Top 200 Blake Crouch Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “I’ve always known, on a purely intellectual level, that our separateness and isolation are an illusion. We’re all made of the same thing – the blown-out pieces of matter formed in the fires of dead stars. I’ve just never felt that knowledge in my bones until that moment, there, with you. And it’s because of you.”

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52. “For every perfect little town, there’s something ugly underneath. No dream without the nightmare.”

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53. “I think balance is for people who don’t know why they’re here.”

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54. “This low point isn’t the book of your life. It’s just a chapter.”

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55. “It’s a troubling paradox -i have total control, but only to the extent i have control over myself.”

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56. “Since the Industrial Revolution, we’ve treated our world like it was a hotel room and we were rock stars. But we aren’t rock stars. In the scheme of evolutionary forces, we are a weak, fragile species.”

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57. “I know everything feels hopeless to you in this moment, but this is just a moment, and moments pass.”

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58. “Like people would ever want to read books on an electronic screen.”

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59. “She’s fifteen years younger, in her mid-thirties, and at six feet, four inches, the tallest woman he knows personally. With short blonde hair and Scandinavian features, she’s not beautiful exactly, but regal. Often severe without trying. He once told her she has resting monarch face.”

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60. “We think we’re perceiving the world directly and immediately, but everything we experience is this carefully edited, tape-delayed reconstruction.”

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61. “Jack Kilborn, author of Trapped, Afraid, and Endurance.”

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62. “He thinks how it will be winter soon, and then another year gone by and another one on the chopping block, time flowing faster and faster. Life is nothing how he expected it would be when he was young and living under the delusion that things could be controlled. Nothing can be controlled. Only endured.”

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63. “I want to breathe the same air as you every minute of every day of my life. No matter how many timelines I live.”

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64. “All your life you’re told you’re unique. An individual. That no one on the planet is just like you. It’s humanity’s anthem.”

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65. “We’re all just wandering through the tundra of our existence, assigning value to worthlessness, when all that we love and hate, all we believe in and fight for and kill for and die for is as meaningless as images projected onto Plexiglass.”

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66. “I don’t have close friends. There are acquaintances, a brother I talk to on the phone once a year on Christmas morning. Occasional dates, but no real love life. My work’s been my life and love.”

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67. “And maybe I can let go of the sting and resentment of the path not taken, because the path not taken isn’t just the inverse of who I am. It’s an infinitely branching system that represents all the permutations of my life...”

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68. “When your world falls apart, cling to the familiar.”

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69. “Time is what keeps everything from happening at once. – RAY CUMMINGS.”

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70. “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation? Tell me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone – while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?” JOB.”

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71. “As long as I’m with you, I know exactly who I am.”

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72. “A millennium without air or light pollution made for pitch-black skies. The stars didn’t just appear anymore. They exploded. Diamonds on black velvet. You couldn’t tear your eyes away.”

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73. “DMT is responsible for our dreams. But at the moment of death, the pineal gland releases a veritable flood of DMT. A going-out-of-business sale.”

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74. “What do you call a heart that is simultaneously full and breaking? Maybe there’s no word for it, but for some reason, it makes me think of rain falling through sunlight.”

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75. “The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.”

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76. “Why would I seek out a world like that?” “Why do people marry versions of their controlling mothers? Or absent fathers? To have a shot at righting old wrongs. Fixing things as an adult that hurt you as a child. Maybe it doesn’t make sense at a surface level, but the subconscious marches to its own beat. I happen to think that world taught us a lot about how the box works.” Passing.”

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77. “People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.’ Einstein said that about his friend Michele Besso. Lovely, isn’t it? I think he was right.”

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78. “If you let fear take hold, if you let it own you, your life ceases to be your own.”

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79. “I would rather die today than live in that sick illusion of a town for one more hour. Like prisoners. Like slaves.”

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80. “If there are infinite worlds, how do I find the one that is uniquely, specifically mine?”

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81. “I have good intentions, but... But what? But all the time I fail. I hurt the ones I love.”

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82. “Each day is a revelation, every moment a gift. The simple act of sitting across the dinner table from his daughter and listening to her talk about her day feels like a pardon. How could he ever have taken even one second of it for granted?”

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83. “When every memory contains a universe, what does simple even mean?”

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84. “This is best illustrated by looking up into the night sky at stars whose brilliance took fifty light-years to reach our eyes. Or five hundred. Or five billion. We’re not just looking into space, we’re looking back through time.”

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85. “Before I built a wall I’d ask to know what I was walling in, or walling out.’ Robert Frost wrote that.”

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86. “He came to lying on his back with sunlight pouring down into his face and the murmur of running water close by. There was a brilliant ache in his optic nerve, and a steady, painless throbbing at the base of his skull – the distant thunder of an approaching migraine. He rolled onto his side and pushed up into a sitting position, tucking his head between his knees.”

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87. “He has made peace with the idea that part of life is facing your failures, and sometimes those failures are people you once loved.”

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88. “Is this what you want? To drop yourself into a still-life painting of a memory because life has broken your heart?”

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89. “My reality – more and more every day – is this world. Where I have nothing. Where I’m a homeless, filthy creature whose existence evokes only compassion, pity, and disgust. Nearby, another homeless man is standing in the middle of the sidewalk, having a full-volume conversation with nobody. I think, Am I so different? Aren’t we both lost in worlds that, for reasons beyond our control, no longer align with our identity?”

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90. “If you go in with fear, fear is what you’ll find.”

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91. “Suspicion leads to bias, and bias doesn’t lead to truth.”

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92. “Are you with them?” he whispered again. “With who?” Abigail asked. “The men in masks. There were – Get back!” he yelled and Abigail saw the machine pistol shift to her father.”

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93. “She has a direct link hardwired from her heart to her mouth. No filter, no self-revision. She says what she feels, without a shred of guile or cunning. She works no angles.”

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94. “It is the lonely hour of the night, one with which he is all too familiar – when the city sleeps but you don’t, and all the regrets of your life rage in your mind with an unbearable intensity.”

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95. “Like standing on a beach as the tide sucks the sand beneath my feet back out to sea, I can feel my native world, and the reality that supports it, pulling away. I wonder: If I don’t fight hard enough against it, will this reality slowly click in and carry me off?”

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96. “Do you know how a gun works?” “They hurt you.” “They can. I shot a bullet into the back of Molly’s head so she wouldn’t be sick or sad anymore.” “Did it hurt her?”

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97. “We leave this life the same way that we enter it, totally alone, bereft.”

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98. “Seek your happiness. You found it with me; which means it’s attainable.”

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99. “His experience, there was darkness everywhere human beings gathered. The way of the world. Perfection was a surface thing. The epidermis. Cut a few layers deep, you begin to see some darker shades. Cut to the bone – pitch black.”

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100. “My old world is feeling more and more like a ghost. You know how a dream feels the farther you get from it? It loses its color and intensity and logic. Your emotional connection to it fades.”

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