Weapons of Choice Quotes

“Do you have a particularly small penis, sir? Is that why you feel the need to compensate for your inadequacies with this behavior? If so, let me assure you, it didn’t work. You still have a very small penis, and now you look like an idiot, too.” De”
― John Birmingham, Weapons of Choice

“an intriguing puzzle that diverted him from the unbearable burden of living. HIJMS”
― John Birmingham, Weapons of Choice

“The wind cut deeply into Brasch’s bones on the short run from the trench to the forward observation post, until he wondered if he might ever stop shivering; although shiver was too mild a word for the spasms that shook him to his core. He shuddered so violently, and with such little hope the convulsions would ever cease, that he began to wonder if he might die from exhaustion.”
― John Birmingham, Weapons of Choice

“As we are preparing to land the captain asks that you return your tray tables to the upright position, unfasten your seat belts, and jump out of the helicopter. We’d like to thank you for flying with the U.S. Navy, and hope you will choose to travel with us again in the future.” “The far fucking future,” added Harford. “Amen,” said Ivanov. As”
― John Birmingham, Weapons of Choice

“Her combat goggles, a topflight set of Ray-Ban Warpigs,”
― John Birmingham, Weapons of Choice

“spoke of a gigantic whirlpool that had sucked two American carriers down to the very bottom of the Coral Sea. By the time that rumor had reached Takasuka’s ears, it had twisted itself into a perverse story that as you dropped down the funnel you could see old Viking raiders and the bones of Roman galleys on the gray floor of the seabed. He never failed to be amazed at the bullshit sailors were able to dream up. As”
― John Birmingham, Weapons of Choice

“These people had been at war for nearly two decades. It was only natural that they would be completely inured to its savageries by now,”
― John Birmingham, Weapons of Choice

“Yes, Prime Minister,” said MacArthur, “it’s a warship. Sticking out of a mountain, thousands of feet above sea level.” Curtin”
― John Birmingham, Weapons of Choice