American Assassin

If you're not busy living, you're dying.

Revenge is more wild, less calculated...deeply personal. Retribution is a punishment that is morally right and fully deserved. (Mitch Rapp)

...any form of government that required the repression, imprisonment, and execution of those who disagreed with it was certainly not a government of the people.

[He] saw communism for the sham that it was--a bunch of brutes who seized power in the name of the people, only to repress the very people they claimed to champion.

Besides, give a teacher the choice between a straight-A student who has all the answers and an earnest one who gets better over time, and they’ll pick the earnest one every time.

Luke 12:28 was a big one: “For of those to whom much is given, much is required.” Since Ohlmeyer was a

Revenge is more wild, less calculated . . . deeply personal.” “And retribution?” Rapp thought about it for a moment and then answered in a very clear voice. “Retribution is a punishment that is morally right and fully deserved.

Rapp took his pathetic self-absorbed emotion and shoved it as far down in his gut as it would go, and he plugged it with the first and only thing he had available—anger. That anger slowly metastasized into a suit of armor. For the first time since the news had hit him, he saw a way out. A faint light at the far end of the cavern. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew he had to head toward it. It was the only thing that offered him hope.

For of those to whom much is given, much is required.” Since Ohlmeyer was a gifted mathematician, much

There, he was a lion. Here, he could end up being someone's lunch.

any form of government that required the repression, imprisonment, and execution of those who disagreed with it was certainly not a government of the people.

all getting sick of it.” “I’m going to kick your ass!” Victor howled as he hopped from one foot to the other like a boxer. Rapp didn’t say a word. He moved to the middle of the mat and motioned for Victor to join him. Victor started whooping and hollering as he danced circles around Rapp. He was throwing shadow punches and explaining in detail what he was going to do to Rapp, when suddenly one of the instructors reappeared in the doorway. “What in hell are you ladies doing?” Victor fell silent, but it was too late. “That’s it, you dumb-asses. If you’ve got enough energy to fight then you’ve got enough energy to run. You’ve got sixty seconds to muster

He hesitated for a split second, then told himself not to think. “I’d rather go down swinging,” he muttered as he shut the door. If he survived this little ordeal he’d have to ask Lewis if talking to yourself was a symptom of losing your mind.

that was tied to his wrists. His toes hovered only

Ohlmeyer saw communism for the sham that it was—a bunch of brutes who seized power in the name of the people, only to repress the very people they claimed to champion.

If you’re not busy living, you’re dying.

The chairs were black plastic with coarse charcoal fabric seats that could render a pair of dress pants useless in just nine months. Lewis was amazed at how ubiquitous this type of furniture had become in Washington, which in turn led him to the conclusion that the maker of this substandard furniture was more than likely headquartered in the home district of the chairman of the House Appropriations Committee.

whipped up a cloud of dirty

or the trunk, taken somewhere and stripped naked,