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Nemesis (Orphan X, #10) Nemesis by Gregg Hurwitz
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“Another Jackism: When they come to kill you, you don’t get to tell them you aren’t ready.”
Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis
“Dogs are always who they are. Why can’t people just be dogs?” Evan didn’t speak for a moment. “Because we’re not good enough.”
Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis
“Grief, fear, rage. Set the orchestra in order a section at”
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“A thousand friends are too few. One enemy is too many.”
Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis
“Pay attention to what you pay attention to. What you pay attention to is where you’re headed. That’s it. That’s everything.”
Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis
“Part of what constituted friendship was the ability to share a silence.”
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“The world hadn’t promised them much but here they were, battling toward the mythic in their tiny corner of the nation.”
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“mulch – paper coffee cups and chewing-tobacco tins and a few shell cases for good measure.”
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“That’s just the circus roaring its insanity at the periphery.” “It’s not insanity. It’s real.” “What is? Your fear? Resentment? Grief? Insecurity?” Finally the left side of Jack’s mouth curls up a millimeter or two. “Your rage.” “Yes. Sure. All of that.” “Of course they’re real. However. When they’re roaring? They are insane. They are discordant. They are running you instead of your running them.” “So what am I supposed to do?” “Invite them in, one at a time. Have each one pull up a stool. Listen to what it has to say. Whether it’s shrilling or plucking or thundering away. Learn its timbre, its pitch, its intensity. Then assign it its place in the pit below you. Each one. Grief, fear, rage. Set the orchestra in order a section at a time.”
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“He found a tin of stale instant coffee in the bare cupboards along with a mummified mouse, and located a dirty mug on the counter. He cleaned the mug out as best he could, zapped some tap water in a microwave missing the turntable tray, and stirred in a clump of Maxwell House. It tasted like dirt and dried tobacco. But still: coffee.”
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