Nemesis Quotes

“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

“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

“When the words finally come, he is looking at Evan but not looking at him at all. He says, “Never let the good be the enemy of the great.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“Social media is a terrorist trying to extort you for money. That is all it is. It has algorithms and billionaires and teams of addiction specialists driving it. And you don’t.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“Let their broken pieces fall where they may.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“Be your fullest self.” Candy’s voice came low, honeyed without the sweetness. “Unapologetically.” “How about other people?”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“If you don’t comply with letting the world limit you,” Candy said, “then that is the power you hold. And that’s the power they fear even as they lust after you for possessing it.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“shiny box so they can take you out when no one else is around and make you play with them and only them. And most women comply. But. If you are unapologetically the whole entire thing, they can do little but stand trembling before you in awe. They scarcely know what to do with themselves. You are everything they want and everything that can judge them as unfit at the same time. It paralyzes them with want, with need, with shame at the sudden illumination of their inadequacies. You can make their heads explode with a look or render them suicidally obsessed with the faintest touch of the side of your neck.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“Men cannot contend with our, hmm, fullness. If they see a woman who is … embodied, they must have her. They are desperate for you to mother them, or fuck them, or denigrate them to prove their theory of the world. Or to latch you up in a”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“And if morning dawned again, it would dawn on the vast, great, true, resonant promise of a future that was anyone’s to forge, a world where strong protected vulnerable, where every beating heart held an equal right to thrive or fall short of its own accord. Where his own place and purpose might be known once more. That was all he had.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“No salvation from a God he hadn’t the courage or goodness to know properly. He would seek none of that. Nor would he shy from the task at hand. He would stand. He would stand in the face of lies and betrayal, stand with the gentleness required for the weak and kind, and stand with the terrible intent required for those who had none. Stand sheltering a last ember in his oft-bitten palm, the best and only hope to stave off the babbling fears of night and the greater terrors to come from barbarians ever sharpening their tools in the age-old darkness beyond the gates.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“There was genuine merrymaking and then there was holding off despair”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“definitive edition of Churchill’s War Speeches, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, a book on Colonel John Boyd’s OODA loop, Three Years in Mississippi, and Herodotus’ The Persian Wars.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“Grief, fear, rage. Set the orchestra in order a section at”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“A thousand friends are too few. One enemy is too many.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“Part of what constituted friendship was the ability to share a silence.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“The world hadn’t promised them much but here they were, battling toward the mythic in their tiny corner of the nation.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“mulch – paper coffee cups and chewing-tobacco tins and a few shell cases for good measure.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“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.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis

“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.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Nemesis