Flood Tide Quotes

“His religion is domination and greed.”
― Clive Cussler, Flood Tide

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― Clive Cussler, Flood Tide

“We might as well hold back ocean surf with kitchen sieves.”
― Clive Cussler, Flood Tide

“We fight a losing battle as it is with illegals pouring across our border with Mexico, many who come from as far away as Chile and Argentina,”
― Clive Cussler, Flood Tide

“Julia looked at her watch. "Lunchtime," she announced, opening the picnic basket she had packed at the bed and breakfast. "Anybody besides me hungry?"
"I'm always hungry," Giordino called out from the back of the boat.
"Amazing." Pitt shook his head incredulously. "At twelve feet away, outside in a breeze with the roar of the outboard motor, he can still hear the mere mention of food."
"What delicacies have you prepared?" Giordino asked Julia, having dragged himself to the cabin doorway.
"Apples, granola bars, carrots, and herbal ice tea. You have your choice between hummus and avocado sandwiches. It's what I call a healthy lunch."
Every man on the boat looked at each of the others with utter horror. She couldn't have received a more unpalatable reaction if she had said she was volunteering their services as diaper changers at a day care center. Out of deference to Julia none of the men said anything negative, since she went to the bother of fixing lunch. The fact that she was a woman and their mothers had raised them all as gentlemen added to the dilemma. Giordino, however, did not come from the old school. He complained vociferously.
"Hummus and avocado sandwiches," he said disgustedly. "I'm going to throw myself off the boat and swim to the nearest Burger King...”
― Clive Cussler, Flood Tide

“If anybody questions you, just say you're friends of the Bayou Kid. That's what some people call me around here. Except for my old fishing pal, Tom Straight, the bartender. He still calls me by my given name.”
― Clive Cussler, Flood Tide

“You can't drive down the middle of the Mall!"
"I damned well can and will so long as we live to tell about it!”
― Clive Cussler, Flood Tide

“As they stood on the curb Giordino turned and looked back over his shoulder at the bar and grill. "Did that old fisherman look familiar to you?"
"Now that you mention it, there was something about him that struck a chord."
"We never did get his name."
"Next time we see him," said Pitt, "we'll have to ask if we've ever met."

Back in Charlie's Fish Dock restaurant and bar, the old fisherman glanced up at the bar as the bartender yelled across the room at him.
"Hey, Cussler. You want another beer?"
"Why not?" The old man nodded. "One more brew before I hit the road won't hurt.”
― Clive Cussler, Flood Tide

“Julia tensed as she looked through the steering wheel of the Model J Duesenberg and saw the needle creep up and waver at seventy miles an hour. "This car doesn't have seat belts."
"They didn't believe in them in 1929.”
― Clive Cussler, Flood Tide

“Time is on our side. Not only will we erode America from the outside, but with the help of your own countrymen we will eventually cause it to crumble from within.”
― Clive Cussler, Flood Tide

“IF GOD MEANT TEXANS TO SKI, HE’D HAVE MADE COWSHIT WHITE.”
― Clive Cussler, Flood Tide

“Moving human cargo in an underworld apathetic to borders and political ideologies, people-smuggling will be the major crime of the twenty-first century.”
― Clive Cussler, Flood Tide

“previous afternoon. His heartbeat increased as he measured his opportunities of escape if he was discovered. They flat didn’t exist. A swimmer stood little chance of outrunning a pair of personal watercraft with a top speed of thirty miles per hour. Unless they were prepared to come after him underwater, all they had to do was outwait him until he exhausted”
― Clive Cussler, Flood Tide

“lit white tanks of oil refineries and petrochemical plants. “Well,” said Giordino without any particular expression in his voice, “is now a good time for a chorus of ‘Old Man River’?” “The Mississippi,” Pitt muttered. “That’s Baton Rouge to the north across the river. The end of the line. Why dig a canal to this particular spot?” “Who knows what weird machinations lurk in the mind of Qin Shang?” Giordino said philosophically. “Maybe he has plans to access the highway.” “What for? There’s no turnoff. The road shoulder is barely wide enough to hold one car.”
― Clive Cussler, Flood Tide