An Inside Job Quotes

“To what shall we drink?” “Old friends,” suggested Gabriel. “Lately I’ve become allergic to the word old. It springs to mind each time I look in the mirror. You, however, haven’t aged a bit since I saw you last.”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job

“I don’t need luck,” replied the general. “I have Gabriel Allon.”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job

“one could not possibly call oneself a Christian and behave with indifference toward the suffering of others. He reserved his harshest criticism, though, for the politicians of the far right who pursued power by stoking anti-immigrant”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job

“Roundups and mass deportations, he declared, were not only inhumane, they were unchristian.”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job

“The message of the Gospels, he said, compelled Christians to show kindness and compassion to strangers, regardless of their religious faith or the color of their skin. Therefore, one could not possibly call oneself a Christian and behave with indifference toward the suffering of others.”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job

“The message of the Gospels, he said, compelled Christians to show kindness and compassion to strangers, regardless of their religious faith or the color of their skin. Therefore, one could not possibly call oneself a Christian and behave with indifference toward the suffering of others. He reserved his harshest criticism, though, for the politicians of the far right who pursued power by stoking anti-immigrant resentment among their followers. Roundups and mass deportations, he declared, were not only inhumane, they were unchristian. Jesus would not have remained silent in the face of such cruelty, and neither would his Church.”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job

“stupid or lazy to make their mark in the brave new world of Russia’s gangster capitalism—or in the supposedly rules-based economies in the West, for that matter. There were winners and losers in life, and Alexander Prokhorov was a winner. The needs of the homeless and the hungry, the disabled and the mentally ill, were of no concern to him. His own bottomless needs were all that mattered.”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job

“The villa stood on the highest point of the cape, shielded from view by towering hedgerows and protected by security measures worthy of the Palais de l’Élysée. There were twelve bedrooms, sixteen bathrooms, eight assorted drawing rooms and parlors, two professional kitchens, a library and adjoining office suite, a wine cellar, a cinema, a discotheque, a game room, a hotel-sized spa and fitness center, a Turkish bath and sauna, indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a red clay tennis court, a caretaker’s villa, a ten-car garage, and a man-made lake patrolled by a flotilla of snow-white mute swans. Upon its many walls hung a portion of the owner’s collection of fine art. Some of his best pictures, however, adorned his mansion in Highgate, which had been seized, along with its contents, by the British government. He had more than a hundred paintings stashed in the Geneva Freeport and a dozen more hidden aboard Anastasia, his eighty-five-meter superyacht. At present the vessel was moored in Golfe-Juan, which he could see from the window of his private study on the second floor. It was never the life Alexander Prokhorov could have imagined for himself when he was a boy in the Soviet Union, but he had come to believe it was the life he deserved. He had worked harder and been more resourceful, he assured himself, had seen opportunity where others saw only collapse and ruin. And he had become rich as a tsar in the process, a billionaire many times over. Had he cut corners and broken laws? Yes, of course. He had also resorted to violence on occasion. But so had many other men like him, men who had dared to stake their claim in the Wild East. He had nothing but contempt for those who were too”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job

“And then, of course, there’s my usual après-work Belvedere martini at Wiltons. Three olives, Saharan dry, painfully cold.”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job

“in the truthless precincts of social media.”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job

“massif,”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job

“woodworking.”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job

“erudite”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job

“sfumato.”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job

“Doge”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job

“eighty-five-meter superyacht.”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job

“And yet time and time again he had flirted with financial ruin, in large part because he preferred to possess art rather than sell it, a near-fatal affliction for someone in his line of work.”
― Daniel Silva, An Inside Job