Extracted Quotes

“What the actual fuck? I mean . . . what the actual fucking fuck?’ ‘I’m”
― R.R. Haywood, Extracted

“That humans have conscious thought is the one thing that separates them from everything else, but that conscious thought has wrought more damage than all of the combined life that went before them.”
― R.R. Haywood, Extracted

“Outside,’ she says, ‘they’re . . .’ ‘Indeed,’ Ben says, and finally pulls his gaze away from the window to look at her. In the surrealness of the moment he takes in the cat-like shape of her eyes. ‘Outside,’ she whispers, ‘they’re dinosaurs.”
― R.R. Haywood, Extracted

“The battles are at night. The worst of times. The most awful of times, when he fights to prevent sleep while feeling so tired that all he wants is sleep. Sleep brings the nightmares. The ever-worsening terrors in his head. They become confusing and jumbled.”
― R.R. Haywood, Extracted

“Sometimes you can’t smoke. Sometimes you can’t do the things you want. That’s life and what war means.”
― R.R. Haywood, Extracted

“If she shouted he could get angry. If she ordered him he could tell her to fuck off, but that kindness sinks deeper and tugs at a deep instinct to do as asked. ‘Thank”
― R.R. Haywood, Extracted

“He knows they have different laws for terrorism, but this is England, not America.”
― R.R. Haywood, Extracted

“By twenty sixty- one the digital age of ownership and possession of almost intangible products is significant, but consumers still want physical goods. They still want to buy physical objects. They go online. Peruse the selections. Make the purchase and let the retailer do the rest.”
― R.R. Haywood, Extracted

“This time Harry takes the lead and threads a staggered route up the steep bank. Within minutes, Ben is breathing hard with sweat beading on his face.”
― R.R. Haywood, Extracted

“through. ‘Did they?’ Konrad asks again, stepping into”
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“POW camp,’ Harry says with a heavy shrug. ‘POW? What, like prisoner of war?’ Harry”
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“having an affair. Christ, that thought hurts deep in his gut, a pain that will never go away.”
― R.R. Haywood, Extracted