The Loot Quotes

“Life is nothing but one long string of decisions and consequences. You make your choices; you take your ride.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“I guess that’s the problem these days,” Charlie said. “Everybody’s a goddamn scorpion”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“She pulled the trigger. A quarter second later, on the other end of her scope, Leon crumpled in a puff of red mist.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“He was alive or he wasn’t. Schrödinger’s client.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“Revolution is not something fixed in ideology, nor is it something fashioned to a particular decade. It is a perpetual process embedded in the human spirit.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“Charlie had been a library rat from the time she was old enough to read, spending hours wandering the tight aisles and exploring the stacks, discovering the big wide world outside her tiny town through the pages all around her.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“Charlie rested a hand on her hip. “So what are you guilty about?” “Me?” His smirk went lopsided. “Nothing. I sleep like a baby. I’m the one honest man in this godforsaken city.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“War zones were no place for a lone wolf. Even snipers worked in two-soldier teams.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“Part of her realized how far from normal this was—that she was lying awake in the dark and contemplating a cold-blooded murder—but all alone, in the dark, she could be honest with herself.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“Ninety-nine percent of people out there are inherently submissive to authority. It’s how we evolved. Buncha pack animals, looking for a leader.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“I’ll think you’re saving me from making a terrible decision,” she said. Beckett chuckled. “Nah. You can’t go wrong with good sushi, no matter what you pick. But there’s a difference between not going wrong and going very right.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“Security guards can be a pain in the ass to deal with. We meet a lot of mall-cop Napoleons.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“Blood or no, don’t be any man’s collateral damage, and never fight another man’s war for him. That’s no way to live.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“Leave her be,” Jimmy said. “She’s defending her old man. I respect that. Reminds me of when I was back in short pants. This kid on the playground, Fergus Brogan, biggest kid in the whole damn school, he called my old man a faggot. Now, I knew I was gonna get my ass kicked, but I still had to make him answer for it. It’s what you do. That’s what family is.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“Deano’s felt like it might have been classy, once, but the owners had either stopped caring or just given up along the way.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“That’s what I love to see,” Jake said. “Low expectations. I mean, an adventurous can-do spirit. Combined with low expectations”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“Security companies have to be certified in Massachusetts,” Sofia said over the intercom. “Employees just need a five-thousand-dollar surety bond, which . . . hold on, typing . . . you will have, in about twenty minutes. I assume you haven’t committed any felonies or crimes of moral turpitude?” “Not to my knowledge.” “Well, you’re still young. There’s plenty of time.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“The office behind the door was as bare bones as the man behind the desk. Jake Esposito had a bland, agreeable face and short, slicked-back hair, and he moved with meager economy.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“Figuring out that I wasn’t going to Biloxi—that was step one of my cunning plan for reintegrating into society.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“Beer me,” Charlie said. “Something homegrown. I haven’t had anything local since .”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“Her father’s ranch house was a mirror of the man who lived inside. It had been new once, young, proud. Now the weathered eaves were sagging, stoop shouldered, and the ivory plastic siding had faded to dirty gray.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot

“she’d lost her appetite fast. “Just floating the idea, that’s all,” Beckett told her. His voice carried a soothing rumble, like a zookeeper trying to calm an agitated lion before it took someone’s head off. “Last time you ‘just floated an idea,’ we ended up in Juárez.” “That wasn’t my fault.” “Wait,” Charlie said, her gaze darting between them like a ping-pong ball. “What happened in Juárez?” “We don’t talk about Juárez,” Beckett told her.”
― Craig Schaefer, The Loot