There are only two ways we can be beaten: we die or we give up. And we're not giving up.
Tom ClancyMots clés determination perserverance
So few people were left who knew what combat was like. People were so easy to frighten. Combat taught a man what to fear – and what to ignore.
Tom ClancyMots clés fear priorities combat
Clancy comments that the subtleties of national character can impact the world stage by making espionage more difficult. Americans were quirky by nature, making the sorts of eccentric moves that had to be followed up on as potential espionage cues. Russians, on the other hand, were too orderly by nature to make such distractions appear natural.
Tom ClancyMots clés individuality identity eccentricity
Ice hockey is the closest thing to religion permitted by the Soviet Union.
Tom ClancyMots clés religion sports idolatry
All field agents have some cowboy in them – even the ones from New York.
Tom ClancyMots clés risk-taking espionage
The assistant commander at any post is supposed to be a ruthless son of a bitch.
Tom ClancyMots clés leadership discipline
Sandra O'Toole walked back to the nurses' station, remembering what she alone had seen. Kelly's face turning so white that her first reaction to it was that he must be in shock, then the tumult behind her as she reached for her patient -- but then what?
It wasn't like the first time at all. Kelly's face has transformed itself. Only an instant, like opening a door into some other place, and she'd seen something she had never imagined. Something very old and feral and ugly. The eyes not wide, but focused on something she could not see. The pallor of his face not that of shock, but of rage. His hands balled briefly into fists of quivering stone. And then his face had changed again. There had been comprehension to replace the blind, killing rage, and what she'd seen next was the most dangerous sight she had ever beheld, though she knew not why. Then the door closed, Kelly's eyes shut, and when he opened them, his face was unnaturally serene. The complete sequence had not taken four seconds, she realized, all of it while Rosen and Douglas had been scuffling against the wall. He'd passed from horror to rage to understanding -- then to concealment, but what had come in between comprehension and disguise was the most frightening thing of all.
What had she seen in the face of this man? It took her a moment to answer the question. Death was what she'd seen. Controlled. Planned. Disciplined.
But it was still Death, living in the mind of a man.
You learn to write the same way you learn to play golf... You do it, and keep doing it until you get it right. A lot of people think something mystical happens to you, that maybe the muse kisses you on the ear. But writing isn’t divinely inspired – it’s hard work.
Tom ClancyWhen you have stopped learning you have begun to die.
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