Daemon Quotes

“Her new boss was an undead automaton from hell, true. But, no job is perfect.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“Anyone who has ever tried to share pizza with roommates knows that Communism cannot ever work. If Lenin and Marx had just shared an apartment, perhaps a hundred million lives might have been spared and put to productive use making sneakers and office furniture.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“In all, his outfit required nearly two thousand man-years of research and development, eight barrels of oil, and sixteen patent and trademark infringement lawsuits. All so he could possess casual style. A style that, in logistical requirements, was comparable to fielding a nineteenth-century military brigade.
But he looked good. Casual.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“Mammals of every species indulge in play. Games are Nature's way of preparing us to face difficult realities.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“But if they're so successful, why haven't parasites taken over the world? The answer is simple: they have. We just haven't noticed. That's because successful parasites don't kill us; they become part of us, making us perform all the work to keep them alive and help them reproduce.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“How can you expect to handle the future if you can’t even handle the present?”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“You never understood games. Maybe that's why the world was such a mystery to you.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“He was just an idea - a collection of responsibilities with a mailing address.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“Great. So if a dragon and a fairy show up at the castle, what the hell am I supposed to do with that information? Put out a warrant for their arrest?" "No,”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“Humanity had always trafficked in oppression. Before the corporate marketing department got ahold of it, it was called conquest. Now it was regional development. Vikings and Mongols were big on revenue targets, too—but Leland had dispensed with all the tedious invading, and had taken a page out of the Roman playbook by hiring the locals to enslave each other as franchisees.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“Look, let’s not turn this into a blamestorming session. There’ll be plenty of time for that if we fail.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“All right. I owe you a character. Should we buy another one?” Ross chuckled. “Now you’re getting the hang of it.” He sighed. “No, let’s see if we can get out of town alive.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“Something was beyond wrong. Sebeck looked at the faces of the agents and police arrayed around him. There was abject hatred in their eyes. Burning anger. He knew that look. It was the look reserved for the vilest criminals. They were closing in from two directions—leaving a clear field of fire. Twenty or thirty heavily armed men. Sebeck glanced at Ross, who already had his hands on his head. “What the hell is going on, Jon?” “I don’t know. But the Daemon’s got something to do with it.” “This is your last warning! Put your hands on your head, or we will open fire!” Sebeck felt his blood rising. He put his hands on the back of his head but looked to Ross. “Why are they looking at me?” “I don’t know.” The Feds hit Sebeck like linebackers. They”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“Every day was filled with surprises. What a change from the network affiliate. Her new boss was an undead automaton from hell, true, but no job was perfect.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“Gragg felt the tingling of the Third Eye on his stomach and back. The Third Eye was another of the miracles that Sobol had bestowed upon him. It was a form-fitting conductive shirt worn next to the skin—but it wasn’t a garment. It was a haptic device that helped him use his body’s largest organ—his skin—as another, all-seeing eye. An eye that never blinked, and an eye that could see around him in 360 degrees or halfway around the world, if he wished. It”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“If not in San Francisco, then where? Not Madison, Wisconsin, again, please, dear God.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“He didn’t care. She was a sexual hand grenade with the pin pulled out, but he could never manage to resist her. Whatever this said about him didn’t matter.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“Change was good. Painful, but good. It made you stronger. When you stopped changing, you started dying.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“This had all the earmarks of an SQL-injection attack, and he had a favorite one. In the logon and password boxes he entered: ‘or 1=1--”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“I have always held a deep admiration for the founding fathers of your republic. Your Constitution and your Bill of Rights were an incredible gift to mankind. Although lately America appears to have strayed from the path set forth by its founders.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“But you have a problem: Because I’m dead, you can’t arrest me. More importantly: You can’t stop me.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“They had already worked together closely in the War on Terror and the War on Drugs, and they stood ready to combat any other noun that caused trouble.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“However, with the explosion of technology throughout the nineties, even the NSA was no longer able to keep up with the worldwide flow of digital information, and they were forced to let the rumors of their omniscience hide a brutal reality: no one knew where the next threat was coming from.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“For average working folks, America was becoming a puzzle. Who was buying all these two-hundred-dollar copper saucepans, anyway? And how was everyone paying for these BMWs? Were people shrewd or just stupefyingly irresponsible”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“Humanity had always trafficked in oppression. Before the corporate marketing department got ahold of it, it was called conquest. Now it was regional development.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“Her new boss was an undead automaton from hell, true, but no job was perfect.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“Now combine an application like that—a widely distributed entity that never dies—with tens of millions of dollars and the ability to purchase goods and services. It’s answerable to no one and has no fear of punishment." "My God. It’s a corporation.”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon

“Picture this: you work at a plant that makes Halloween stuff—you know, like, rubber severed heads. And you’re all like: Americans decorate their homes with severed heads? These fuckers are savages, man." Sebeck”
― Daniel Suarez, Daemon