Tripwire (Jack Reacher, #3)

by Lee Child

People live, and then they die, and as long as they do both things properly, there’s nothing much to regret.

Fifteen years. Was that a long time or a short time? Does it change a person? It felt like a short time to him. He didn’t feel radically different from the person he had been fifteen years before. He was the same person, thinking the same way, capable of the same things.

A dream from the past, unconnected with reality, but absolutely defining the identity of the person involved.

Her heart had thumped and the old feelings had swarmed back into the center of her life, fiercer and stronger than ever, like a drug howling through her veins, like claps of thunder.

pity the man who gets what he wants. And it’s better to travel hopefully than to arrive.

“I just know,” he said. “Like I know the sky is blue and the grass is green and you’ve got a great ass.”