Richard Phillips > Quotes

“Whatever dying had done to him, Jack couldn’t recommend it.”
― Richard Phillips, Once Dead

“airport exit onto NW 120th Street, Jack slowed and parked near the International Shipping Service cargo facility. A warehouse butted up against a large hanger, its front wall sporting a large sign that read ISS AIR CARGO. The rumble of distant”
― Richard Phillips, Dead Shift

“You just stay close to John with that candle. If he gets us stuck down in here, I want you to burn his stinkin’ toes off before we die.”
― Richard Phillips, Mark of Fire

“was as if all life in the vicinity sensed the presence of a hunter and remained frozen, hoping that through absolute stillness, a state of safe anonymity could be achieved.”
― Richard Phillips, The Second Ship

“Don’t trust anyone, not even your best friends. Love them, but never trust them completely. At critical times, they can be influenced to do things you don’t want.”
― Richard Phillips, Wormhole

“the sounds of early Friday morning traffic rose in volume, the blood of several cities being pumped through constricted arteries.”
― Richard Phillips, Dead Shift

“Their overwhelming numbers gave them confidence. Galad was about to impart a healthy dose of doubt.”
― Richard Phillips, Curse of the Chosen

“Oh, my love,” she gasped. “We are going to have to work on your romantic responses. A vow of mass homicide isn’t commonly considered poetic crooning.”
― Richard Phillips, Prophecy's Daughter

“If there was one thing he hated more than having no one to argue with, it was winning the argument too quickly.”
― Richard Phillips, Mark of Fire

“This world will try to beat you down. Only laughter can counteract that. Laughter is ammunition. Resupply often.”
― Richard Phillips, Wormhole

“Once it was out of radio range, there was nothing”
― Richard Phillips, The Second Ship

“as if national stability had been nothing more than an illusion, looking for an excuse to come tumbling down.”
― Richard Phillips, Wormhole

“Though I will not hesitate to come to their aid, the world we live in is a treacherous place, and I will not shelter my children from the glorious dangers that the adventurous confront.”
― Richard Phillips, Prophecy's Daughter

“There are two kinds of people in this world: sheep and wolves. The politicians who lie hidden in holes aren’t wolves. They’re sheep, sending their wolves out to make things happen. Janet and I are wolves. It’s what we’ve trained you to be.”
― Richard Phillips, Wormhole

“Look, just producing energy cleanly doesn’t clean up the environment. Energy is the fuel of consumption, and rampant consumption is what drives the train of environmental destruction. This promise of clean, cheap energy is the siren sitting on a rocky shoal, calling us all toward an ecological shipwreck. It says, produce more. Consume more. No need to fret or worry about conservation.”
― Richard Phillips, The Second Ship

“Denise had been at the heart of the program from its beginnings in the late twentieth century,”
― Richard Phillips, Wormhole

“Sometimes you can be too close to a problem to see all the angles,”
― Richard Phillips, Prophecy's Daughter

“It reminded Freddy of the World War II acronym, SNAFU. Situation normal, all fucked up.”
― Richard Phillips, Wormhole

“It reminded Freddy of the World War II acronym, SNAFU.”
― Richard Phillips, Wormhole

“placed it beneath the coffee nozzle, and pressed the “Mug” button. A minute later, seated at his desk, he sipped the delightfully stout brew, letting the flavor and aroma combine to spread a golden glow to his stomach as his mind reworked the current situation.”
― Richard Phillips, Dead Wrong

“Horrible noises echoing through dark ruins have a unique ability to lend speed to the feet of the weary,”
― Richard Phillips, Mark of Fire

“allowed him to view the scene from any angle,”
― Richard Phillips, Immune

“No matter how badly she hurt, it all boiled down to putting one foot in front of another and repeating that process over and over.”
― Richard Phillips, Immune

“mollify”
― Richard Phillips, The Second Ship

“was a crime that this great country lost the will that had driven it to greatness. The fungus of apathy had crept in, an insidious infestation cloaked in self-satisfaction, a sense that things were good enough, that the country could rest on its laurels. Robbed of a unifying sense of purpose, it gradually surrendered its precious sovereignty to the nattering nabobs at the United Nations.”
― Richard Phillips, Once Dead