17 Quotes by D.J. Molles

Then he thrust out, pulling the pistol back just before it touched the man’s clavicle, and then fired three shots in a downward trajectory, each one punching through the bottom of the man’s neck and traveling down through his body where they punched through organs and vertebrae and the pelvic bone and came out through the man’s leg, groin, and anus.

Necessity and survival were brutal tutors, and they only gave pass or fail.

Her mind seemed in the habit of jumping to the worst possible conclusions, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad habit. Maybe that was the type of thing that kept you alive.

Air. Enough blood to keep your heart pumping. Water. Calories. That’s all you need.

Beyond that was the hypnotic slur of nature’s constant background noise, louder now for man’s lack of interference. The cicada call, rising and falling, the chatter of birds, a million other life-forms acting out their daily existence, oblivious to the changed world around them and the plight of the one species on the planet that seemed to doom themselves at every turn.

Cursing the little place where you found yourself would do no good. It would not free you from your prison, or make the millions of megatons of earth and stone that sat over your head go away. But you cursed it anyways, because when you’re completely powerless all you can do is shake your fist.

Surely your violence and brutality will follow you all the days of your life, and when you are finally slaughtered like a dog, you will go straight to Hell forever. Amen.

But no matter how long a father has been in the ground, he always speaks to his children. A person forever remembers their mother’s arms and their father’s words.