Lone Wolf Quotes

“Evan let the thought in. tried to find the right one to send back out. "If you give up, it's just a fuck-you to anyone who ever cared about you.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“I'll text you the address of their suspected headquarters," Melinda said. "I'm sure you can get some answers from them."
"Oh man," Joey said, "those poor fuckers.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“Clouds boiled up over the opposing ridge, backlit and tumultuous. A scorched violet sangria sky breathed its last breaths.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“Wyoming’s got the strongest privacy laws in the country, basically zero regulatory oversight. Hide a trust inside a tangle of private companies with concealed ownership and you’re invisible. Even Russians oligarchs and Argentine mobsters have caught on.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“At last she looked over, hazel eyes flecked with green regarding him over those defined cheeks. A forbidding gaze, her face an inscrutable cliff face against which you could throw yourself for eternity and never find a handhold. She was precisely what she was and”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“Evan needed to do was waste time dicking around with a bunch of suburban-dad-looking human traffickers.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“At the mouth of her bedroom, still facing away, she slid one slipper off with a toe and then the other.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“Women know everything, Evan. Especially about men. We know which men actually like women. Which men respect us. The ones who are scared of us. The ones who are really scared of us – the controlling ones. We know who wants us to take care of them. Who wants to save us. Who wants to be our daddy. Who wants to get into our pants. Who wants to make love to us.’ She paused. ‘Who’s curious.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“Spaced precisely three inches apart, the bottles represented the finest and rarest vodkas in the world. His gaze settled on one in particular. Ensconced in a black leather case, it came with a small wooden hammer with a brush in place of a claw. Beluga Gold Line was distilled at the freezing edge of Siberia, three hundred kilometers from the nearest sign of man. Manufactured with hyaline artisanal water for pure-as-the-driven-snow clarity and with coached malt enzymes for a robust profile, it was filtrated with quartz sand and then instilled into a bottle of crystal-pure French glass. Wax poured over mesh wire muzzled the cork: thus the hammer and brush.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“wearable tech, mortgage sales, robotics, credit monitoring, online payment, game streaming, dating apps, social content aggregators, predictive software, genome kits, health apps, fitness trackers, synthetic media, cloud computing, therapeutics – the full Bezos. Oh, they also own, like, a few hundred daily newspapers – local, national, foreign. And they just spun up a film and TV studio which sounds like a big expense but it’s really just a rounding error slash loss leader to open up markets like India, China, and Slovakia for delivering toasters and selling digital storage and all their other services. So, you ask yourself, what do all these ventures”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“A revulsion at the primordial sludge of DNA he’d somehow emerged from.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“At five foot four, she had to tilt her face up near his, close enough that she could feel his breath against her cheeks. She was flat-chested and tapered, gymnast-strong, and her power caught most everyone, Martin Quinn included, off guard.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“thought anymore in public, and you weren’t allowed to disagree with people, and you couldn’t use words you’d used your whole life, and even the new words got updated every three minutes. The whole thing was confusing as hell, like walking barefoot through a maze of mousetraps, and if he was honest it made him feel like one of those old-ass Eskimos the tribe just shoves off on an ice floe because they’re useless. Part of him deep down suspected that was the whole point. To show him that his time was over. When the world shifted this far upside”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“You get old faster’n you can believe.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“Oh, man,” Joey said, “those poor fuckers.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“I wasn’t even sure I wanted to join the stupid sorority anyways. I just wanted to prove I could get in. That I could be asked in. I think … I think I just wanted to prove I could belong somewhere. That I could be an ordinary person. But I wanted to be the one…” “To make the choice.” “Yeah.” Her nervous drumming stopped. “Pathetic, right?” “No.” It took a lot for her to force the question to the surface: “Why not?” “Because it’s brave,” he said. “Rushing a sorority?” “No.” Joey was waiting, not patiently. He tried to figure out the words but they all sounded wrong. He remembered pulling over on that dusty Texas road and vomiting the bile out of him. He said, “To risk getting hurt in a way you don’t know how to defend against.” A pause. “Yet.” The faintest upward tug at her lips. She blinked a few times, wiped at her cheeks. “Could you get me a glass of orange juice?”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“If you fall soft, you splat. If you fall hard, you bounce. But after a while you can’t fall hard no more. Then what? There’s no point, Evan. To any of this.” Evan let the thought in. Tried to find the right one to send back out. “If you give up, it’s just a fuck-you to anyone who ever cared about you.” “That’s the answer right there, amigo. How many people care about me? How many people care about you? How many people ever really did?” Once more Evan found himself at the limitations of his experience. If there were words to shape the chaos beyond into meaning, he didn’t know what they were. Tommy gulped down another slug of bourbon. “That’s why we’re alcoholics.” “I’m not an alcoholic,” Evan said. “I like booze too much.” “Ain’t that some shit an alcoholic would say?” Tommy sucked in a lungful, spoke through the strain of the exhalation. “You still think you’re noble, like I once told myself, back when I blocked out how much of all that was just cover fire for my arrogance. No, not arrogance—it was to distract myself from how tight I was gripping the steering wheel.” He put his hands out, air-steering, cigarette stubbed out of his knobby knuckles, the other fist still gripping the bottle. He looked like an advertisement for reckless driving. “Then I figured out the steering wheel wasn’t hooked up to nuthin’, man. It was just a loose steering wheel.” He glanced over at Evan. “You still think it’s your responsibility to fix every damn thing in the world. That’s good. But it’s just training.” “For what?” “For what happens after you learn you can’t fix anything or save anyone. All you can do is light a match at a fork in the dark-ass road to show someone a better path that they’ll probably not take.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“Then a voice told Evan that no one gets all the comfort they want in this world, so shut the fuck up and quit whining.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. —Ernest Hemingway”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“I was taught that the point of education is to learn how much you don’t know.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf

“Recent experience had taught him the two were intertwined: suffering and salvation.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Lone Wolf