The Enemy (Jack Reacher, #8)

by Lee Child

“You don't need to solve all the world's problems, Joe. Only some of them. There are enough to go around.”

“What are you going to do with this strength?” she asked me. I didn't answer. I never did. “You're going to do the right thing,” she said.

“Life,” Joe said. “What a completely weird thing it is. A person lives sixty years, does all kinds of things, knows all kinds of things, feels all kinds of things, and then it's over. Like it never happened at all.” “We'll always remember her.” “No, we'll remember parts of her. The parts she chose to share. The tip of the iceberg. The rest, only she knew about. Therefore the rest already doesn't exist. As of now.”