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“That madwoman threatened to shoot off my testicles.”
― Clive Cussler, Inca Gold

“Intruders can rig your private elevator easier than stealing a Mercedes-Benz.”
― Clive Cussler, Inca Gold

“Picture writing, as in Egyptian hieroglyphics?"
"Very similar."
"What we might call an illustrated comic strip."
"Only without the panels. The panels were never fully deciphered.”
― Clive Cussler, Inca Gold

“What do you expect me to do, leap across space and brain them with the jawbone of an ass? Or maybe they'll go away if I throw ricks at them?”
― Clive Cussler, Inca Gold

“Deep Fathom, this is NUMA. Our position is just south of the Magic Castle between Jungleland and the Pirates of the Caribbean."
"Please repeat your position," came the voice of the flustered mercenary who had broken in on Pitt's call to Stucky.
"What's this, a radio commercial for Disneyland?" Stucky's familiar voice popped over the speaker.
"Well, well, the genuine article. What took you so long to answer, Stucky?"
"I was listening to what my alter ego had to say. You guys landed in Chiclayo yet?"
"We were sidetracked and decided to head home," said Pitt. "Is the skipper handy?"
"He's on the bridge playing Captain Bligh, lashing the crew in an attempt to set a speed record. Another knot and our rivets will start falling out.”
― Clive Cussler, Inca Gold

“You should see the latest computer-generated movies featuring the long-gone old stars with the new. I've watched the video of Arizona Sunset at least a dozen times."
"Who plays the leads?"
"Humphrey Bogart, Lionel Barrymore, Marilyn Monroe, Julia Roberts, and Tom Cruise. It's so real, you'd swear they all acted together on the set.”
― Clive Cussler, Inca Gold

“I didn't know we received CNN this deep in the Andes.”
― Clive Cussler, Inca Gold

“I must have entered a time warp or I've fallen into the Twilight Zone. Which is it?"
"Neither. You're at the harbor in San Felipe, and you're looking at your home for the next two weeks."
"Good lord, an honest-to-God steamboat with a walking beam engine and side paddlewheels."
"I must admit it does have an air of Mark Twain about it."
"What do you want to bet it ferried Grant's troops across the Mississippi to Vicksburg?”
― Clive Cussler, Inca Gold

“Loren held out her hand. "It's been fun listening to your stories, Mr...."
The old cook smiled. "Cussler, Clive Cussler. Mighty nice to have met you, ma'am."
When they were on the road again, the Pierce Arrow and its trailer smoothly rolling toward the border crossing, Pitt turned to Loren. "For a moment there, I thought the old geezer might have given me a clue to the treasure site."
"You mean Yaeger's far-out translation about a river running under an island?"
"It still doesn't seem geologically possible."
Loren turned the rearview mirror to reapply her lipstick. "If the river flowed deep enough it might conceivably pass under the Gulf."
"Maybe, but there's no way in hell to know for certain without drilling through several kilometers of hard rock."
"You'll be lucky just to find your way to the treasure cavern without a major excavation."
Pitt smiled as he stared at the road ahead. "He could really spin the yarns, couldn't he?"
"The old cook? He certainly had an active imagination."
"I'm sorry I didn't get his name."
Loren settled back in the seat and gazed out her window as the dunes gave way to a tapestry of mesquite and cactus. "He told me what it was."
"And?"
"It was an odd name." She paused, trying to remember. Then she shrugged in defeat. "Funny thing...I've already forgotten it.”
― Clive Cussler, Inca Gold

“The bartender/cook looked as if he might have been a fixture of the desert even before the rails were laid. He had the worn look of a man who had seen more than he should and heard a thousand stories that remained in his head, classified and indexed as drama, humor, or horror. There was also an unmistakable aura of style about him, a sophistication that said he didn't belong in a godforsaken roadside tavern on a remote and seldom-traveled road through the desert.
For a fleeting instant, Pitt thought the old cook looked vaguely familiar. On reflection, though, Pitt figured the man only resembled someone he couldn't quite place.”
― Clive Cussler, Inca Gold