The Hive Quotes

“Our coating, our shell, our packaging—however you want to think of it—is the first thing we see when we wake up. It’s the first thing we bring into every interaction. People look. Judge. A split-second determination is made that can and does impact who we are and what people make of us. Being who you are starts with the physical.”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“beautiful”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“After grabbing a sandwich to eat on the way, Lindsay listened to the overly cheerful guidance from her GPS as she drove from Bellingham to Everett, a somewhat sad mill city north of Seattle that seemed always on a futile hunt for a lasting jolt of optimism.”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“She’s gone, yes. She’ll live on in the people who loved her.”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“Y2K was the dud of all duds.”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“A garage is not always a way station for things destined for the dump, but a living and breathing memory album of moments shared. And promises of more moments to come.”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“Words didn’t have any impact on Albert Haight. He saw them as obstacles to dodge or bounce from his head like a soccer ball. To the gut. To where it hurts. “Don’t do this,” she said”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“Watanabe”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“Shutting up and just blinking at them is like giving them an information Heimlich,” he’d said. “Be patient, and they’ll cough it up all over you.” Sure enough, Dina hacked it up.”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“She was bitter toward her parents, estranged from her sisters, and simply marinated in negativity. It was as if she felt some deep hatred of her fate and was too weak to fight against the middleness that was consuming her.”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“Greta worked her way toward the back, skipping past racks and stacks of records marked with the year. One after another. It was as if she were going back in time, getting younger as she went and heading toward the girl she’d been back then. Young. Impressionable. A follower. The spark of memories made her shake her head. She’d come so far since then.”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“Down the back stairs, to the door, where she stood quietly, listening. Not a single sound other than the ticking she was sure was her heart. She pressed numbers for the lock securing the door—the factory-issued numbers that were supposed to have been temporary: one, two, three, four. She turned the handle, flipped on the lights, and studied the cavernous space. She released a sigh of relief. Nothing had changed. She’d worried that records would have all been scanned by then—that what she needed had been committed to a data file somewhere and would be retrievable only by someone with a computer science degree. Maybe a hacker. But not her. She’d never learned those skills.”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“Truly gifted predators—those born to it—just know.”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“Nobody gets paid what they think they’re worth.”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“Social media owned the promotion of anything worth doing. Or, apparently, worth dying for.”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“I should have gotten a dog.”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“Beauty is more than a skin-deep issue. Our outer covering is our calling card. In order to feel great, to do great things, we need to understand that undeniable truth. Everything I’ve ever done has been to help others in a world that judges them every second of the day.”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“couples, Lindsay had heard from too many sources, the RV life was hardly a vacation. They had to cook with mini appliances and clean tables that morphed into beds. The men mostly sat around and drank beer and poked at campfires with sticks they’d whittled to spear a marshmallow or hot dog. Even as Lindsay pulled onto”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive

“somewhat sad mill city north of Seattle that seemed always on a futile hunt for a lasting jolt of optimism.”
― Gregg Olsen, The Hive