Worth Dying For Quotes

“Reacher said, "So here's the thing Brett. Either you take your hand off my chest, or I'll take it off your wrist.”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“Enough, a person might say, if that person lived in the civilized world, the world of movies and television and fair play and decent restraint. But Reacher didn’t live there. He lived in a world where you don’t start fights but you sure as hell finish them, and you don’t lose them either, and he was the inheritor of generations of hard-won wisdom that said the best way to lose them was to assume they were over when they weren’t yet.”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“He picked up the wrench and broke the guy’s wrist with it, one, and then the other wrist, two, and turned back and did the same to the guy who had held the hammer, three, four. The two men were somebody’s weapons, consciously deployed, and no soldier left an enemy’s abandoned ordnance on the field in working order.

The doctor’s wife was watching from the cabin door, all kinds of terror in her face.

"What?" Reacher asked her.”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“Lone women shouldn't stop in the middle of nowhere for giant unkempt strangers with duct tape on their faces.”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“He looked at the pain and he set himself apart from it. He saw it, examined it, identified it, corralled it. He isolated it. He challenged it. You against me? Dream on, pal. He built borders for it. Then walls. He built walls and forced the pain behind them and then he moved the walls inward, compressing the pain, crushing it, boxing it in, limiting it, beating it.”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“Never revive a guy who had just pulled a gun on you.”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“I’ve got everything I need. That’s the definition of affluence.”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“Reacher’s personal rule of thumb was never to revive a guy who had just pulled a gun on him. He was fairly inflexible on the matter.”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“car guys talking, on military bases. He saw the driver”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“People who wasted time and energy cursing recent errors were certain losers.”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

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― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“Our ship has come in. An old, old phrase, from old seafaring days, full of hope and wonder. An investor could spend all he had, building a ship, fitting it out, hiring a crew, or more than all he had, if he was borrowing. Then the ship would sail into a years-long void, unimaginable distances, unfathomable depths, incalculable dangers. There was no communication with it. No radio, no phone, no telegraph, no mail. No news at all. Then maybe, just maybe, one chance day the ship would come back, weather-beaten, its sails hoving into view, its hull riding low in the channel waters, loaded with spices from India, or silks from China, or tea, or coffee, or rum, or sugar. Enough profit to repay the costs and the loans in one fell swoop, with enough left over to live generously for a decade. Subsequent voyages were all profit, enough to make a man rich beyond his dreams. Our ship has come in.”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“steady sixty. A mile a minute. Hypnotic. Power line poles flashed”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“nervous, which might have meant that back there in the parking lot the guy’s heart was going as fast as 180 beats a minute, which meant those T-waves”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“slowed a little. Its top was up this time, like a tight little hat. Cold weather,”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“average height would want”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“inconspicuous left-hand turn off a”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“delivered hard but with a degree of mercy, in that smashed”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“yards ahead of him, his gun in his right”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“back up the ventilation”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“He said, “Come back,” a little louder. She straightened up. He got the impression she was about to puke. He didn’t want that. Not all over his good clothes. But he licked her ear one more time”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For

“Nobody would dare do that.”
― Lee Child, Worth Dying For