James Rollins
James Rollins is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of international thrillers. His writing has been translated into more than forty languages and has sold more than 20 million books. The New York Times says, “Rollins is what you might wind up with if you tossed Michael Crichton and Dan Brown into a particle accelerator together.” NPR calls his work, “Adventurous and enormously engrossing.” Rollins unveils unseen worlds, scientific breakthroughs, and historical secrets matched with stunning suspense. As a veterinarian, he had a practice in Sacramento for over a decade and still volunteers at local shelters. Nowadays, Rollins shares his home up in the Sierra Nevada Mountains with two furry companions, Echo and Charlie. He also enjoys scuba diving, spelunking, kayaking, and hiking. Of course, he loves to travel and experience new places around the world, which often inspire his next globe-trotting adventure.
“Biblical references about knowledge and good and evil often get tangled up.”
“The strong were always eating the weak.”
“Guns, grendels, or nuclear bombs; take your pick.”
“Always respect Mother Nature. Especially when she weighs 400 pounds and is guarding her baby.”
“it sucks to get old...but there's always beer”
“He counted his steps. That was how you got through tough things. You counted. Once you said, "one," then you knew "two" was coming, and "three" right after that.”
“Books are keys that open many doors.”
“Often-times it's madness, not genius that moves the world forward. Who else but the mad would reach so far, stretching for the impossible and, in so doing, prove the impossible possible!”
“Gray imagined Kat scolding her husband in an operatic duet that has been going on between husbands and wives for ages, that eternal mix of exasperation and love." -- James Rollins”
“The truth is often one's best shield.”
“His own cabinat of cuoriositie”
“It ain't always rocket science, sometimes a door is just a door.”
“Wringin' your hands only stops you from rollin' up your sleeves.”
“Are you sure, Gray?'He lifted his eyes. 'No . . . I'm not. I'm not sure of a damn thing.' He slipped his hands free of the monsignor's and peeled the battery off the phone, cutting the last ring in half. 'But that doesn't mean I won't act.”
“Oh... It's a thing.”
“They wanted them to look like the Gods.God doesn't look like this.”