Clair Patterson Quotes

I don't believe in making war with food. Food is not the enemy. Said by Claire in The 5th Horseman

At all events, thanks to the work of Clair Patterson, by 1953 the Earth at last had an age everyone could agree on.

Reuben St. Claire was more than a boss. He was a leader.

I hugged everyone, sat down beside Cindy Thomas and Yuki Castellano, Claire’s best girlfriends and mine, the four of us making up the entire membership of what we half jokingly call the “Women’s Murder Club.

As I stare into the Border collie’s eyes, I think that maybe I should go inside and call the girls. Claire, Cindy, and Jill would be here almost before I hung up the phone. They would hold me, hug me, say all the right things. You’re special, Lindsay. Everybody loves you, Lindsay.

Janus wore blue, I wore Patterson Wayne, a businessman from Georgia I’d acquired the day after

Claire had a look on her face that I had learned to recognize. You wouldn’t call it smugness or self-importance; Claire didn’t run that way. It was more of a twinkle that read, I found something. Or more like, Sometimes I even amaze myself.

I DIDN’T KNOW THE POOR MAN laid out in his birthday suit on Claire’s table, only that his death might have been related to the Del Norte tragedy.

It’s all in the note and on the flash drive.” “No, I mean the instructions.” He flipped the front of the envelope around to me, but of course I knew what I’d written. Only open in the event of Trevor Mann’s death. Admittedly, it was a bit melodramatic as far as instructions went, but I couldn’t have been more concise or direct. “And I mean it, too,” I said. “The only way you open that envelope is if I’m dead.” “This has to do with Claire, doesn’t it?” “Of course.” “Why can’t you share it me while you’re alive?” “Good question,” I said. “But that’s a flash drive for another day.” I watched as Sebastian looked at the envelope again, staring at it

And the driver?” Claire asked. “Drunk, and texting while driving. He just walked away.

The first thing you noticed about Claire was that she was carrying fifty pounds she didn’t need. “I’m in shape,” she always joked. “Round’s a shape.

I’m watching wide-eyed as President Vincent walks in and casually waves everyone back into their seats. He’s an attractive man in his mid-fifties with dark hair, a full beard, and an appealing smile. He has three partners—two women and a man—and they take their seat on the fancy cushions behind him. Forty-five years ago, the world collapsed into chaos and violence after the Fall. Back then, the Capital was just another broken city, but a military leader eventually took control, restoring order, providing food and safety, rebuilding infrastructure, and using a growing army to enforce obedience. He eventually unified all the cities in this region under his government, establishing the Central Cities as one state. That leader was President Patterson. He did a lot of good for a lot of people, but life under him was bleak and barren. Oppressive. He set up a system of indentured servitude for those who had nothing else to offer to society, and that system led to all kinds of abuses. I only lived six years under President Patterson, so I don’t remember much, but everyone testifies to how hard life was before. My dad and my grandfather were both indentured servants. Neither one will talk about it even now.