Which brings me back to Michael Crichton. He didn’t just play with big ideas in his books. He used those ideas to explore questions that felt immediate, meaningful, emotionally powerful—to everyone. Y...
YESTERDAY IS HISTORY. TOMORROW IS A MYSTERY. TODAY IS A GIFT. THAT’S WHY IT’S CALLED THE PRESENT. WORK HARD, BE HAPPY, AND ENJOY YOUR LIFE IN WAYWARD PINES!
You believe in God, Ethan? No. Many did. Adopted moral codes. Created religions. Murdered in the names of gods they’d never seen or heard. You believe in the universe? Sure. Oh, so you’ve been to spac...
You don’t have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body. —C.S. Lewis
You in one piece? he asked. His pack lay open in the snow and he was cinching the last strap of a crampon onto his boot.
You killed your ambition, didn’t you? It died of natural causes. Of neglect.
You're saying that, out of an infinite number of realities, I intentionally picked this shithole?
Your sensitivity is overwhelming, Ethan said. Someday remind me to explain to you what empathy is.
A little comb to brush her luxurious red hair.
A.m. It was still raining, still pitch-black inside the tent. The sound of Scott unzipping the sleeping bag had woken her, and now he was crawling out of it. What are you doing? Abigail whispered. I p...
And fully capable of taking you apart piece by piece. This is not about torture. It’s about me knowing in my heart that you’re telling the truth. Isaiah, just listen.
Everything that can happen will happen.
Foundation? Tell me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone—while the m...
Knowledge? Brace yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer me. Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation? Tell me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely...
Little shit. Oatha withdrew a scrap of paper from his flap pocket, slid it across the bar. Joss unfolded it, saw where Oatha had scribbled something on a torn-out Montgomery Ward page advertising hobn...
Pantry, another a storage space for gas, bottled water, and a substantial coil of rope. Besides, I’d have heard him banging around in the dark. I walked out of his bedroom.
Red veins in his cheeks that suggested a lifetime of heavy drinking. Can I help you? the man asked. He straightened himself up, blinking hard through the migraine. It took
A question repeated in the back of Theresa’s mind as she washed the purple stains from her hands. How did they finally break you?
A soldier shoved him forward, said, Stand right there and don’t fucking move. Why? We have to inspect you. For what? Shut the fuck up.
A villager in Ca Lu said it to me, before I removed his intestines with a bayonet. Was he talking about himself? Donaldson asked. Or you? You tell me. Did you feel alive when you killed your father, D...
Showing 341 to 360 of 559 results