Bobby Underwood Quotes

I liked the beat, too — Hollywood and the City of Angels. It had been a long time since any angels had appeared here, but enough of the old buildings and old stars still hung around to remind you of w...

I never had a more wonderful time with anyone than I had with Mary that afternoon. I won her a small stuffed bear, and felt ten feet tall. She introduced me to just about everyone, and it made me feel...

I packed up the office files, then swung by the apartment to pay up my rent and let the sour-faced old bat who collected it know I was moving out. She didn’t seem heartbroken.

I was an okay looking guy when I cleaned up, but I hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, and my clothes were strictly bargain basement — Salvation Army hand-me-downs. She was either the nicest girl in th...

It took a second to register, but even a schmuck like me sees a paper once in a while.

It was true, so she bought it and nodded her head. In Crystal Falls a fax was high-tech. We had one only because last time I was in Boise I stopped at an Office Depot and picked one up. My money, not...

Katie Wells stood looking out her window down to the street below. She could still feel the effects of the hard-rock miner getting his money's worth in every way he could. Angry that he could not affo...

Lamont Chandler. Her face, especially those lovely eyes, filled with amusement. She whispered, Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? I laughed and she couldn’t help but join me. There was so...

Lonesome tried to hide his surprise that Katie and Tommy lived in an old line-shack. It jutted out in the back where someone had slapped on a narrow rectangular room maybe six feet wide and eight feet...

Manners hadn't been whistling Dixie about the disturbances in the cottage, however. He seemed like a stand-up guy, even good enough to warn me about the house before I'd forked over the cash. He was p...

Many people nowadays don't believe in things, she said softly. Oh, they think they're all special, playing around with witchery and the dark stuff, but real miracles, things that can't be explained aw...

One of those Los Angeles legends that add mystery to the bright lights and glamour.

Only when I’d see a young girl I’d known in high school, walking down the street hand-in-hand with her returned soldier, did the deeper pain return.

Probably just someone on their way into Tucson, like us. We’d better check it out, though. The Southerner pulled his Winchester 73 from its sheath and laid it across his waist in the saddle. He’d kill...

Rick was stretched out on the floor taking a nap. He was the lightest sleeper I'd ever known. He could doze just about anywhere and be up and alert in an instant. His ability to drop off and then wake...

She ran her finger along the smooth book cover affectionately, finding comfort in the beautiful words she knew were within. She was privy to love's secrets, and its depth and breadth in a way so few i...

The Bird Park. We spent more time than I had expected to there — nearly an hour. We walked across quaint bridges, saw flamingos and macaws and toucans, and a host of others. Ellen bought the appropria...

The boys weren't just whistling Dixie when they said she was a piece of junk that flew. The flying part I had yet to see but from the looks of her, it was going to be nothing short of a miracle from h...

There was something assured in the way he blended in with the surrounding mountains and lake. A sense of quiet deadliness was suggested by the low-slung gun belt, its holster tied down, and the Colt b...

Try as he did at such times, his thoughts would inevitably turn to the pretty girl named Annie. Tony was always able to sense when the cowboy's deep longing for the girl was at its worst, and nudged h...