Good Behavior Quotes

“Money can’t buy you happiness, darling. Believe me, I’ve tried.” “But it affords your own brand of misery.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“She cut into a waffle and said, “Gotta be honest—I’m not over the moon about the word ‘heist.’” “No? It’s one of my favorites.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“inevitably found herself staring at it”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“I’m smiling on the inside.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“By four o’clock in the morning they were tearing through a landscape that looked ready-made for missile testing. Scorched earth. Joyless mountains. No trees. Snakeskin country.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“It took Letty four tries to get her left leg through the harness. Isaiah watching her from the window. He said, “You gotta lock that shit down.” “Lock what down?” “Your panic.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“Everyone black-suited. None younger than thirty, none older than forty-five. Each exuding his own special brand of ex-military, fucked-by-life hardness.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“Remember how it’s a right-then-and-there, in-or-out, yes-or-no proposition?” “I do.” “Well, this is exactly like that. I need a yes or no right now. And before you answer, I have to be straight with you. This is beyond dangerous. If it all comes off the rails, you could be killed. If we’re caught, you could go to prison for a long time.” More silence.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“Letty sat on a velvet couch, propped up with pillows. Rich royal-purple drapes everywhere she looked. Ivy walls. Candlelight. She had the best lamb she’d ever tasted. Must’ve been fed gold flakes and the milk of the gods. The bread cart was legendary. Like baked clouds. Everything plated as beautifully as jewelry. The artistic detail more precise than coinage.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“His hair was curly and black, and he didn’t boast the intimidating build of either Isaiah or Jerrod. But his eyes were as hard as any she’d ever met.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“My life is over,” he said. “But it’s still yours.” “I don’t want it.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“He grabbed her hands and turned them over. Exposed her wrists. Traced a finger down her scars. Suicide hickeys.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“That’s a perfect clone of Richter’s phone. Has all his voice mails, text history, contacts, data usage, apps. More importantly, every call or text that comes to Richter will first hit us. We’ll have the option to intercept, pass along, or kill it. You’ll see the incoming texts and calls on that phone. I’ll see them on my laptop. If it’s okay with you, I’ll just set up my base of operations here.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“She stopped at the foot of the trio of beach chairs and smiled down at Richter and his men. Richter was in the middle. The one on the left was a hairy beast of a man with the fat-over-muscle build of someone who’d earned their conditioning from life experience, not a gym bike. Someone who possessed the brute core strength to physically break you. The man on the right was younger and leaner, but still carried plenty of brawn. It squared with Isaiah’s story—these weren’t techie savants hired to pull a sophisticated vault break. Richter was lining up big scary men to storm a hotel room and take down an army of casino thugs by force.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“Next morning, Letty cabbed out to an IHOP in the xeriscaped burbs, several miles west of the glitz of the Strip. The emotion of the previous night still clung.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“Isaiah said, “I’ll need access to Richter’s phone for one hour. This is his replacement.” “Does it work?” “No. It was impossible for Mark to replicate his contact list, apps, texts, call history. Safer play to swap it for a nonfunctioning phone. It’ll power up and display a black screen. What I’m asking isn’t easy. I need you to swap his current phone out for this one. Then you’re going to have to hand off his phone to my contact at the club. He’ll find you, so don’t worry about that. Then you have to entertain Richter for an hour while my guy builds the clone. Then you have to switch his real phone back for the fake.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“No, what do you call that?” “I call that you-ain’t-gotta-do-shit-ever-again money. I call that living-right-for-the-rest-of-your-life money. Don’t tell me some part of you hasn’t always dreamed of robbing a casino.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“Crazy hungry. Didn’t even come up for air until she was halfway through and nearly choked when she did. Because that man was sitting across from her, smiling. It was a beautiful smile. Broad and bright. But there was something malicious and knowing in it that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Like the man wasn’t smiling at her, but rather at something he knew about her.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“Inside, the air-conditioning was set to blizzard.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“Her therapist, Christian, would tell her to challenge the thought to use. To stop, take a moment, and analyze the error in it.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“Something niggled her. A seemingly small fact she was overlooking. A rodent scurried through some leaves nearby. A mosquito whined in her ear. What was it? No flashlight. That was it. Fitch hadn’t brought a flashlight outside with him. When she’d glimpsed him walking down the steps, she’d expected to see a light wink on. But it never did. And then he’d just strolled up that path in the dark like— Her breath caught in her chest. —like he could see. She sat up. That wasn’t a strange-looking hat he’d been wearing. Those were night-vision goggles.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“There are similarities between you and Van Gogh, Letisha. Both fiery redheads, with a nasty predilection for self-injury. Suffering from what the psychoanalysts would best describe as ‘daddy issues.’ And, perhaps most pityingly, both masters of a trade you would never be appreciated for. At least, not in life.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“May a pack of blessings light upon thy back.’” “Ah, Shakespeare. Lovely.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“It begins to go so fast,” Fitch said. “What?” “Time. You cling to every second. Savor everything. Wish you’d lived all your days like this. Excuse me.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“She studied the document. “Looks like a bunch of legalese.” “Pretty much.” “You wanna give me the CliffsNotes since I didn’t go to law school?”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“Letty had barely touched her food. Javier stared down at her through a pair of aviator sunglasses. “You forgot something,” she said. “What’s that?” “My name. Who will they be expecting?” “Selena Kitt. S-E-L-E-N-A K-I-T-T. But you won’t be carrying any identification.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“Careful. Like shooting-heroin-into-your-femoral-artery careful. There’s a razor blade hidden in the bottom of your handbag under a piece of black electrical tape.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“It took five minutes for the barkeep to come around. He was an old salt—tall and thin. So grizzled he looked like he’d been here back when Ponce de León first showed up. Letty ordered a vodka martini. While he shook it, she eavesdropped on a conversation between an older couple seated beside her. They sounded midwestern. The man was talking about someone named John, and how much he wished John had been with them today. They had gone snorkeling in the Dry Tortugas. The woman chastised her husband for getting roasted in the sun, but he expertly steered the conversation away from himself. They talked about other places they’d been together. Their top three bottles of wine. Their top three sunsets. How much they were looking forward to a return trip to Italy. How much they were looking forward to Christmas next week with their children and grandchildren. These people had seen the world. They had loved and laughed and lived.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“She had come twenty minutes early, but he was already there. He sat in a corner booth with a view of the street and the entrance. Watching her. She forced a smile and walked unsteadily down the aisle beside the counter. The points of her heels clicked on the nicotine-stained linoleum. Sliding into the booth across from Javier, she nodded hello. He had short black hair and flawless brown skin. Every time they’d met, Letty thought of that saying, Eyes are windows to the soul. Because Javier’s weren’t. They didn’t reveal anything—so clear and blue they seemed fake. Like a pair of rhinestones, with nothing human behind them.”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior

“I’m often asked how Chad and I approach the process of cowriting a script. We figured out an egalitarian method (well, to be fair, it was Chad’s idea).”
― Blake Crouch, Good Behavior