Top 200 Blake Crouch Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “The man behind the divan stood up, the machine pistol quivering in his grasp. There was a flash, Abigail thinking he’d pulled the trigger, the walls of the sitting area lighting up, the snow glinting. It went dark again. Muffled thunder rolled through the basin, shook the chandelier, the weakened floor trembling beneath her feet.”

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102. “Look,” I say, “I’ve tried to explain to you how the box works, but forget all that for a minute. Here’s the thing. The box isn’t all that different from life. If you go in with fear, fear is what you’ll find.”

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103. “Leave your apartment right now and come to me.”

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104. “I know it’s crazy, but I’m holding tight to the idea that a small act of kindness can have real resonance.”

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105. “You made me in your image, and now I will remake you in mine.”

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106. “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts.”

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107. “Sorry.” The shard clinked.”

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108. “He is always looking back, living more in memories than the present, often altering them to make them prettier. To make them perfect. Nostalgia is as much an analgesic for him as alcohol.”

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109. “You’ve killed a hundred and thirty people, and you’re getting squeamish at sticking your finger up a girl’s ass? Some people pay to do it.”

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110. “No one tells you it’s all about to change, to be taken away. There’s no proximity alert, no indication that you’re standing on the precipice. And maybe that’s what makes tragedy so tragic. Not just what happens, but how it happens: a sucker punch that comes at you out of nowhere, when you’re least expecting it. No time to flinch or brace.”

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111. “Consciousness is a result of environment. Our cognitions – our idea of reality – are shaped by what we can perceive, by the limitations of our senses.”

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112. “Which brings me back to Michael Crichton. He didn’t just play with big ideas in his books. He used those ideas to explore questions that felt immediate, meaningful, emotionally powerful – to everyone. You didn’t have to be a sci-fi reader to understand what he was talking about, or to care, deeply, about the suspenseful tale he was spinning. That’s the kind of book I set out to write with Dark Matter.”

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113. “But sometimes, like tonight, she feels plugged in to the raw emotion of it all, a closed circuit, and if she doesn’t keep it at arm’s length, it still has the power to break her.”

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114. “She realizes that children are always too young and self-absorbed to really see their parents in the prime of their lives.”

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115. “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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116. “On his first attempt to get up, his knees buckled and he sat down hard enough to send.”

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117. “My life is great. It’s just not exceptional. And there was a time when it could have been.” “You killed your ambition, didn’t you?” “It died of natural causes. Of neglect.”

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118. “We have made it far too easy to destroy ourselves.”

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119. “For so many lifetimes, he lived in a state of perpetual regret, returning obsessively and destructively to better times, to moments he wished he could change. Most of those lives he lived staring into the rearview mirror.”

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120. “I’d found something I didn’t even know I was searching for.”

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121. “You really believe time is an illusion?” “More like our perception of it is so flawed that it may as well be an illusion. Every moment is equally real and happening now, but the nature of our consciousness only gives us access to one slice at a time. Think of our life like a book. Each page a distinct moment. But in the same way we read a book, we can only perceive one moment, one page, at a time. Our flawed perception shuts off access to all the others. Until now.”

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122. “After everything is taken from you, you see that you still have control over so much. Control over how you cope with misery. You realize all the beautiful choices you still own. Like whether to love or hate. Or forgive.”

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123. “We are spread across the country now, old and dying or dead already, and we have mostly acclimatized to the absurdity of daily life in the fourth decade of the twenty-first century, although occasionally we regress and rant. To journals. Our fellow dinosaurs. To our children who bring their children to visit us in nursing.”

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124. “I’ve seen so many versions of you. With me. Without me. Artist. Teacher. Graphic designer. But it’s all, in the end, just life. We see it macro, like one big story, but when you’re in it, it’s all just day-to-day, right? And isn’t that what you have to make your peace with?”

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125. “Stu, where you at?” “Up here in the library.” “You hurt?”

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126. “There was no end date for her sentence in this place. She was a lifer.”

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127. “But on a night like this, of a restless mind and dreams of ghosts, time feels secondary to the true prime mover – memory. Perhaps memory is fundamental, the thing from which time emerges.”

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128. “In some environments, safety and truth are natural born enemies.”

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129. “She took me in when I was lost. When the world stopped making sense.”

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130. “The sting and the shame of all he’s put her through are still raw. He can’t say for certain, but he suspects that if she’d done the same to him, he’d already be gone.”

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131. “Some people find the cravenness to lose entire years of their childhood. They tuck things into their subconscious so that it only eats them away a little at a time, in small, painless bites.”

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132. “He thinks perhaps there’s a reason our memories are kept hazy and out of focus. Maybe their abstraction serves as an anesthetic, a buffer protecting us from the agony of time and all that it steals and erases.”

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133. “It occurs to me that if I do survive, I’ll carry a new revelation with me for the rest of my days: we leave this life the same way we enter it – totally alone, bereft. I’m afraid, and there is nothing Daniela or Charlie or anyone can do to help me in this moment when I need them more than ever. They don’t even know what I’m experiencing.”

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134. “There is no such thing as real taste or real smell or even real sight, because there is no true definition of ‘real.’ There is only information, viewed subjectively, which is allowed by consciousness – human or AI. In the end, all we have is math.”

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135. “She cut into a waffle and said, “Gotta be honest – I’m not over the moon about the word ‘heist.’” “No? It’s one of my favorites.”

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136. “The worst moments of your life you never see coming.”

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137. “What it comes down to for me is that I’d rather us make bad decisions as a group, than to live in the absence of freedom.”

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138. “Both, in their own way, thinking, This is hell – the absolute loss borne from all those slivers of perfection that passed unnoticed, unrelished.”

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139. “He also carried that whiff of unearned arrogance that seems to cling to those who crave authority for the sheer sake of power.”

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140. “He watched the stars go dark as the sun breathed fire into the sky, and when it finally cleared the ridge on the far side of the river, he bathed in the rays of gorgeous warmth streaming into his alcove and toasting the frozen stone.”

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141. “On my own, the ordinariness of the moment is almost too much to stand. I glance around the restaurant, taking in the faces of the waiters, the customers. Two dozen noisy conversations mixing into a kind of meaningless roar. I think, What if you people knew what I knew?”

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142. “He dismounts his albino steed, the horse’s pinked nostrils flaring, dirty mane matted with ice.”

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143. “It occurs to me that if I do survive, I’ll carry a new revelation with me for the rest of my days: we leave this life the way we enter it–totally alone, bereft.”

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144. “How would one publish a living book, whose stories never ended?”

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145. “Like the first day of any new thing, it has been a long one, and he’s glad to see it end.”

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146. “Which is all to say maybe it’s just being alive at a baseball game on a fall day in the heart of her city.”

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147. “Always puts me in mind of that F. Scott Fitzgerald line: Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”

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148. “If he did this to you, he would have rationalized it somehow. That’s how decent people justify bad behavior.”

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149. “Julia laughs – one of the greatest sounds he’s ever encountered – and he can’t remember the last time he heard it. Beautiful but also crushing to experience. Like a secret window into the person he used to know.”

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150. “Randall inwardly raged about the stupidity of the building designers to not have included another way out of the office, then immediately decided that architects did not typically have “homicidal monster infestation” on their list of situations that required safety precautions.”

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