Dead Eye Quotes

“Hope in one hand and shit in the other. See which one fills up first!”
― Mark Greaney, Dead Eye

“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.”
― Mark Greaney, Dead Eye

“They say he could pass you on the street and you would not notice him.” Now Denny smiled thinly. “Ms. Ettinger. He could pass you in your kitchen and you would not notice him.”
― Mark Greaney, Dead Eye

“Affirmative. His number two is Jeff Parks. All-American-looking prick. He was a case officer at Langley, tossed during the harsh interrogation pogroms a few years back. The rest of Townsend is mostly ex-agency folks. Midlevel bureaucrats. Not seventh-floor material, for one reason or another”
― Mark Greaney, Dead Eye

“bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet it.”
― Mark Greaney, Dead Eye

“But the bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet it.”
― Mark Greaney, Dead Eye

“But the bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet it. THUCYDIDES”
― Mark Greaney, Dead Eye

“St. Petersburg glowed gray in the east, its waterfront lights barely penetrating the snow and the darkness. To the west was nothing but black. The Gulf of Finland. Open water all the way to Helsinki, nearly two hundred miles distant.”
― Mark Greaney, Dead Eye

“He sat on the bed and turned the TV on to CNN. There was no news about the action near St. Petersburg, but that was no surprise. Mob shootouts in Russia only received international coverage if there was gripping video to play along with the reportage, and although Gentry assumed there were CCTV cameras all over Sid’s place, he was equally certain that whoever was running Sid’s Bratva now would have no interest in releasing that video to the public.”
― Mark Greaney, Dead Eye

“whispered,”
― Mark Greaney, Dead Eye

“hidden behind her huge designer sunglasses, and her head hung over the demitasse of espresso nested in her hands on the bistro table. Occasionally she appeared to gaze out across the street in front of her, past four lanes of moderate traffic and toward an alley that ran behind a four-story apartment building and a parking garage. It was a perfect December afternoon in Faro, Portugal, with sunny”
― Mark Greaney, Dead Eye

“shooting over the roar of the”
― Mark Greaney, Dead Eye

“press-ups against the wall, enjoying the workout even”
― Mark Greaney, Dead Eye

“had”
― Mark Greaney, Dead Eye