Blake Crouch Quotes

AMPOULES REMAINING: 1

All the tiny, seemingly insignificant details upon which my world hangs.

And a second thank you to my genius editor, Julian Pavia, who pushed me as hard as I’ve ever been pushed and made this book better on every page.

And the hair on his arms stood erect and some primal siren sounded in his brain, but mistaking terror for adrenaline, he walked down into the darkness because he’d never felt more alive.

As I reach the front door, Daniela shouts, Return bearing ice cream! Mint chocolate chip! Charlie says. I lift my arm, raise my thumb. I don’t look back. I don’t say goodbye. And this moment slips pas...

Aside from each other, this box is the only constant we have.A very tiny boat in the middle of a very large ocean.It’s our shelter.Our prison.Our home.

Before I built a wall I’d ask to know what I was walling in, or walling out.

Blocks ahead, and he could hear, for the first time, the noise.

Both, in their own way, thinking, This is hell—the absolute loss borne from all those slivers of perfection that passed unnoticed, unrelished.

But on a night like this, of a restless mind and dreams of ghosts, time feels secondary to the true prime mover—memory. Perhaps memory is fundamental, the thing from which time emerges.

Careful. Like shooting-heroin-into-your-femoral-artery careful. There’s a razor blade hidden in the bottom of your handbag under a piece of black electrical tape.

Crazy hungry. Didn’t even come up for air until she was halfway through and nearly choked when she did. Because that man was sitting across from her, smiling. It was a beautiful smile. Broad and brigh...

Dee Colclough lay watching it all on a flatscreen from a ninth-floor hotel room ten minutes from home, a sheet twisted between her legs, the air-conditioning cool against the film of sweat on her skin...

Different in a thousand tiny ways that might mean nothing and might mean everything.

Estoy buscando un grano de arena en una playa infinita.

Even right now, it’s like I’m seeing you for the first time, and I have this nervous ache in my stomach. I think about you every second. I think about all the choices we’ve made that created this mome...

Every moment, every breath, contains a choice. But life is imperfect. We make the wrong choices. So we end up living in a state of perpetual regret, and is there anything worse?

Everyone black-suited. None younger than thirty, none older than forty-five. Each exuding his own special brand of ex-military, fucked-by-life hardness.

Everything that can happen will happen. Everything.

For once, she knew what she had, the kind of man he was, even in the face of all this. Knew she didn’t need another thing for the rest of her life except to be with him. There was such a peace that ac...