Hellbent Quotes

“I'm not saying it's easy. I'm saying it's worth doing. Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Hellbent

“Think this through,” Evan said. “Do I seem like a guy who doesn’t know what he’s doing?”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Hellbent

“Remember what Confucius say: ‘Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Hellbent

“You are safe. You are loved.’” Her eyes glimmered. “Can you imagine?” Walking behind Jack in the woods, placing his feet in Jack’s footprints. “Yes,” Evan said. “Maybe that’s all anyone needs,” Joey said. “One person who feels that way about you. To keep you human.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“You can’t help people more than they want to help themselves.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“The Fourth (Commandment) wasn't working, so he dug the the Fifth: If you don't know what to do, do nothing.
There was no situation that could not be made worse.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Hellbent

“Evan needed to get food, and then he had people to kill.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Hellbent

“Maybe that’s all anyone needs,” Joey said. “One person who feels that way about you. To keep you human.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“Pilot FriXion pens,” she said.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“The front desk sold miniature bottles of Absolut Kurant, which Evan didn’t buy because he wasn’t a fucking savage. A twenty-four-hour liquor store five blocks away had a bottle of Glass, a silky vodka distilled from chardonnay and sauvignon blanc grapes. It had a tangy finish, unvarnished by added sugars or acids, and if he swirled it around his tongue enough, he could catch a trace of honeysuckle. It wasn’t Stoli Elit, but at four in the morning in a less-than-tony neighborhood adjacent to St.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“She exhaled sharply and flopped back. She stared at the ceiling. When she blinked, tears streamed down her temples. She was breathing hard.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“At the end of the day, all they really want to hear?” Mia ticked the points off on her fingers. “You’re okay. You’re gonna be fine. You’re worth it.” He nodded again. She studied him. “What?” “Are they worth it?” “Yes.” She rose to see him out. “But if you’re ever gonna say it, you better believe it first.” She shot him a loaded look. “Because she’ll know if you’re lying.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“the Post-it note Mia had put up in her kitchen: Remember that what you do not yet know is more important than what you already know.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“You’re not deficient.” “Yeah, I am. I’m broken.” “Then let’s unbreak you.” “Oh, it’s that easy.” “I’m not saying it’s easy. I’m saying it’s worth doing. Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“He remembered telling her that Jack was the first person who ever really saw him. If no one sees you, how can you know you’re real? Evan tried to imagine how Jack might”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“a”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“ALPR is?” she asked. “Automated license-plate recognition,” Evan said, relieved to be back on familiar turf. “Police cruisers have sensors embedded in the light bars that scan the plates of all surrounding vehicles. They can swallow numbers eight lanes across on cars going in either direction up to eighty miles per hour.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“When you’re at a wall, start climbing.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“Blood in, blood out. You kill to get in. They kill you before they will ever let you leave.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“Remember that what you do not yet know is more important than what you already know.—Jordan Peterson”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“she stepped back into a fighting posture, hands raised, jaw set. The man in the middle reached inside his loose-fitting jacket. They swept forward. Ten yards away. Behind them a form swung down from the metal overhang and crouched on the landing to break his fall, one hand pressed to the concrete. Soundless. * * * Evan couldn’t fire his ARES. Not with Joey in the background. But that was okay. He was eager to use his hands. Joey spotted him through the gap between the advancing men. They read her eyes, the change in her stance. They turned. Three men. One pistol drawn, two on the way. Evan moved on the gun first. A jujitsu double-hand parry to a figure-four arm bar, the pleasing snap-snap of wrist and elbow breaking, and— —Jack sways in the Black Hawk, hands cuffed behind him, wind blasting his hair when— —the pistol skittered free across the tracks, the guy on his knees, his”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“People today. You know how to work everything, but you don’t know how anything works.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“vanguard”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“Which matters more? The works I’ve done or the life I lead?” The minister was right. The words felt different in Evan’s body and behind his face. “You assume they’re different,” the minister said. “One’s works and one’s life.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Hellbent

“I’m not saying it’s easy. I’m saying it’s worth doing. Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Hellbent

“... a clock to set their hearts to.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Hellbent

“Jack had taught him this along with so much else. How to find peace. How to embody stillness. How to punch an eskrima dagger between the fourth and fifth ribs, angling up at the heart.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Hellbent

“the man vaulted over an embankment, rolled across a boat prow, and sprang up the side of a building, finding hand-and footholds on downspouts and window shutters. Even as he went vertical, his momentum barely slowed. That particular brand of obstacle-course discipline—parkouring—had come into popularity after Harville’s training, and he couldn’t help but watch with a touch of awe now. The man hauled himself through a third-story window, scaring a chinless woman smoking a cigarette back onto her heels. An instant later the man flew out of a neighboring window on Harville’s side of the waterway. Harville had lost precious seconds. He reversed, splashing through a puddle, and bolted. The narrow passages and alleys unfolded endlessly, a match for the thoughts racing in his head—Giovanna’s openmouthed laugh, their freestanding bathtub on the cracked marble floor, bedside candles mapping yellow light onto the walls of their humble apartment. Without a conscious thought, he was running away from home, leading his pursuer farther from everything he held dear. He sensed footfalls quickening behind him. Columns flickered past, lending the rain a strobe effect as he raced along the arcade bordering Piazza San Marco. The piazza was flooded, the angry Adriatic surging up the”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Hellbent

“But she was barely listening. “There’s this newish thing from Amazon? Called an AMI—an Amazon Machine Image. Basically it runs a snapshot of an operating system. There are hundreds of them, loaded up and ready to run.” Evan said, “Um.” “Virtual machines,” she explained, with a not-insubstantial trace of irritation. “Okay.” “But the good thing with virtual machines? You hit a button and you have two of them. Or ten thousand. In data centers all over the world. Here—look—I’m replicating them now, requesting that they’re geographically dispersed with guaranteed availability.” He looked but could not keep up with the speed at which things were happening on the screen. Despite his well-above-average hacking skills, he felt like a beginning skier atop a black-diamond run. She was still talking. “We upload all the encrypted data from the laptop to the cloud first, right? Like you were explaining poorly and condescendingly to me back at the motel.” “In hindsight—” “And we spread the job out among all of them. Get Hashkiller whaling away, throwing all these password combinations at it. Then who cares if we get locked out after three wrong password attempts? We just go to the next virtual machine. And the one after that.” “How do you have the hardware to handle all that?” She finally paused, blowing a glossy curl out of her eyes. “That’s what I’m telling you, X. You don’t buy hardware anymore. You rent cycles in the cloud. And the second we’re done, we kill the virtual machines and there’s not a single trace of what we did.” She lifted her hands like a low-rent spiritual guru. “It’s all around and nowhere at the same time.” A sly grin. “Like you.”
― Gregg Hurwitz, Hellbent