I'd Been A Thriller Reader

I'm Not A Vagrant... I'm A Hobo. Big Difference.

I'm Not Really Into Gourmet Food; I'm The Kind Of Guy Who Just Stops By A Place That Looks Good Rather Than Heading For The Restaurant Of The Moment.

You See Something Scary, You Should Stand Up And Step Toward It, Not Away From It. Instinctively, Reflexively, In A Raging Fury.

A Person Less Fortunate Than Yourself Deserves The Best You Can Give. Because Of Duty, And Honor, And Service. You Understand Those Words? You Should Do Your Job Right, And You Should Do It Well, Simply Because You Can, Without Looking For Notice Or Reward.

People, Reacher Was Certain About. Dogs Were Different. People Had Freedom Of Choice. If A Man Or A Woman Ran Snarling Toward Him, They Did So Because They Chose To. They Were Asking For Whatever They Got. His Response Was Their Problem. But Dogs Were Different. No Free Will. Easily Misled. It Raised An Ethical Problem. Shooting A Dog Because It Had Been Induced To Do Something Unwise Was Not The Sort Of Thing Reacher Wanted To Do.