He picked up the wrench and broke the guy’s wrist with it, one, and then the other wrist, two, and turned back and did the same to the guy who had held the hammer, three, four. The two men were somebody’s weapons, consciously deployed, and no soldier left an enemy’s abandoned ordnance on the field in working order. The doctor’s wife was watching from the cabin door, all kinds of terror in her face. "What?" Reacher asked her.

Printing currency for foreigners to buy is the best racket a government can get into.

It's always sad if anybody you know has a personal problem.

Hit them fast, hit them hard, and hit them a lot.

All of us write wish fulfillment.

Hope for the best, plan for the worst.

My mother still calls me Jim and that is about it. Everyone else calls me Lee. My wife calls me whatever.