Sometimes If You Want To

Reacher Said, "so Here's The Thing Brett. Either You Take Your Hand Off My Chest, Or I'll Take It Off Your Wrist.

For Me The End Of A Book Is Just As Exciting As It Is For A Reader.

I Don't Care About The Little Guy. I Just Hate The Big Guy. I Hate Big Smug People Who Think They Can Get Away With Things.

He Looked At The Pain And He Set Himself Apart From It. He Saw It, Examined It, Identified It, Corralled It. He Isolated It. He Challenged It. You Against Me? Dream On, Pal. He Built Borders For It. Then Walls. He Built Walls And Forced The Pain Behind Them And Then He Moved The Walls Inward, Compressing The Pain, Crushing It, Boxing It In, Limiting It, Beating It.

Lone Women Shouldn't Stop In The Middle Of Nowhere For Giant Unkempt Strangers With Duct Tape On Their Faces.