James Patterson, fully James Brendan Patterson

James
Patterson, fully James Brendan Patterson
1947

American Author known for his novels about fictional psychologist Alex Cross

Author Quotes

SITTING TIGHT? Holing up? Waiting for answers? Those are things I'm not good at. Planning a massive attack against mechanical geeky-like things when i was already furious and itching to kill something? Piece o'cake

Tears were dripping onto my dress, but I wasn't making any sound. There was no sound to express thid kind of pain. I didn't want to move, didn't want to do anything. Fang was not waiting for me out in the living room. Tomorrow morning, when I woke up, Fang would still be gone.

The next morning, fang and i broke up. Now let me get this straight, I broke up with him a split second after he broke up with me.

There's nothing more annoying than cold logic and reason when you've got a good fit going.

Ultimately, a great thriller is a roller coaster ride. I like to think that's a promise I have never failed to keep, and one that I'd say has served my books well.

Well, it's like I have a GPS inside me," I told them. "One of the talking ones. I tell it where I want to go, and it tells me, Go twenty miles, turn left, take Exit Ninety-fourm and so one. It can be pretty bossy, frankly. Their eyes widened. "Really?" said one. No you idiot," I said in disgust. "I don't know how it works. I just know it has an unfailing ability to point me in the opposite direction of a bunch of boneheads.

What, eBay isn't good enough for us?

Why would you let [the TV audiences] build a habit of going to the cable networks? So I think they've obviously smartened up now, and they're not giving the summer to cable anymore.

You could lock the Gasman in a padded cell with some dental floss and a bowl of Jell-O, and he'd find a way to make something to explode.

You're a diabolical little pyro, aren't you? He blushed modestly.

Six Seconds should be Rick Mofina's breakout thriller. It moves like a tornado.

Tell me again what we're doing here," I said, running a continuous scan of our surroundings. Fang popped some Cracker Jack into his mouth. "We're here to watch manly men do manly things." I followed Fang's line of sight: He was watching the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, who were not doing manly things, by any stretch of the imagination.

The receptionist looked us over, then went back to typing something incredibly urgent?like her r‚sum‚? for another job.

There's nothing more dangerous than then someone trying to act for the greater good.

Um, there's a girl meeting her friend,' he went on. 'Her friend is giving her an ice-cream cone. Oh-it's dripping. Huh. It, uh, dripped on her...chest.' Iggy drew in a hissing breath. It's gonna stain for sure,' the Gasman said. 'That's chocolate.' Hmm,' Fang said, watching, the girl dab at her chest with a paper napkin.

Well, that's an evil smile...

What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and world destruction?

Why, the little Voice inside my head, of course. You mean you don't have one? I did.

You have a memory chip that small implanted in you,? he verified. I nodded, guessing this was somewhat worse than having cooties.

You're children. Don't you want a home, a family?" "With, like, vitamin-fortified cereal and educational television?

So Fnick, can I change channel?" Iggy asked. "There's a game on." "Make yourself at home, Figgy." Fang said.

That machine took my money!' I said. 'I must have revenge!

The subject for a lot of non-fiction is very emotional, but if you read it, it's the most boring, dry stuff. I wanted 'Torn Apart' to be extremely accessible and readable.

They [Erasers] were bad fliers," Angel chimed in, "And in their minds, they weren't all kill the mutants, like they usually are. They were like, remember to flap!

Unfortunately, every time someone said ?debriefing,? the entire flock had one image: someone?s tighty-whities disappearing in a flash. We were smothering our giggles, but it was getting harder. Coupled with the whole ?naval this, and naval that,? with its undeniable belly-button connotations, we were essentially turning into a sugar-jacked, sleep-deprived flock of incoherent, silly, recombinant-DNA goofballs. This was not going to end well.

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First Name
James
Last Name
Patterson, fully James Brendan Patterson
Birth Date
1947
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American Author known for his novels about fictional psychologist Alex Cross