Front Sight Quotes

“Didn’t matter where you went, there the bottles would be, calling him with their mute beauty, their amusing shapes, their sharp-colored labels that all read one thing: “Drink Me!” I want to, he thought. It built, it rolled uphill, it crushed all before it, the beast called The Thirst was pure mercy for the woeful, the terminally depressed, the abandoned warrior. It made the voices go away, the pictures stop, the throbbing in his steel hip quiet down. Death—but, before that, disgrace—was also on the road, and he knew it. And he knew it didn’t matter. Death sometime, even soon and in shame, weighed little against the mercy of the now. Most days he wasn’t strong enough to fight it off, and today hadn’t been decided yet.”
― Stephen Hunter, Front Sight: Three Swagger Novellas

“IT WAS FEBRUARY 1945, AND in the cities of America, small or large, town, burg, village, or hamlet, everybody smoked. Moreover, everybody wheezed, everybody coughed, everybody picked flecks of tobacco off their lips and hawked gobs of incandescent goo from lungs into kerchiefs or the streets, burned holes in suits, sweaters, and pants, set wastebaskets and sometimes houses ablaze. Everybody died early. Nobody noticed, nobody cared.”
― Stephen Hunter, Front Sight: Three Swagger Novellas

“edge sharpened to murderous spinosity, to cut sharply selected vines or branches it had trapped in its curve.”
― Stephen Hunter, Front Sight: Three Swagger Novellas

“Harry, the vault,” spoke Jack, nonplussed by the subtraction to humanity he had just engineered.”
― Stephen Hunter, Front Sight: Three Swagger Novellas