He was about to pocket a list of local sanitariums when he heard Traitor, and saw Mickey and Herman Gerstein standing a few feet away. Cohen with a clean shot, but a half dozen witnesses spoiling his...
All I have is the will to remember. Time revoked/fever dreams — I wake up reaching, afraid I’ll forget. Pictures keep the woman young. L.A., fall 1958.
They moved me and scared me. I replayed the tapes and nailed the source of my fear. The women sounded smug. They were entrenched and content in their victimhood.
These tracts are inherently unradical and fail to critique the systematic bigotry that has fueled this counteraggression for the past two horrible days. This cravenly jingoistic display of yours is an...
The overarching joy and lasting appeal of noir is that it makes doom fun.
Sometimes I felt connections begging to be made, sometimes I cursed myself for not having ten percent more gray matter, sometimes the report carbons just made me think of Lee.
Scripture-pure veracity and scandal-rag content. That conjunction gives it its sizzle. You carry the seed of belief within you already. You recall the time this narrative captures and sense conspiracy...
Padre Divino, concedimi una tregua. Accetta la mia fraudolenta rettitudine. Revoca l'arroganza che mi lega agli intrighi di altri e mi conduce verso orridi errori e unioni sbagliate. Tempera la mia am...
Our shared world is humanly unquantifiable and ideologically confused. Which one of them is capable of implementing the most recognizable harm or good?
I told lies and wondered where I would go if my own past was all I had left.
I settled in to watch a Dragnet rerun. I bought the judge in four of Jack Webb’s drunk-driving beefs. I shtupped Jack’s ex-wife, soaring songstress Julie London.
He felt sandbagged. Doomsday, Armageddon. Booze begets instant misconduct and regret. He walked to the couch and fell down.
To me, there's nothing on earth other than women. It's why I get out of bed every morning.
As much as I transferred my mother to Elizabeth Shore of The Black Dahlia, as much as her dad mutated into an obsession with crime in general, well, I have thought about other things throughout the ye...
Twenty-nine years old and on her third masters degree because she’s afraid to go out and meet the world. Sad, isn’t it? Mal sighed. Tragic.
They were heedless of the fact that they’d gain more converts if they just stopped talking.
I got an emergency leave. I visited my dad on his deathbed. His last words to me: Try to pick up every waitress who serves you.
I do three weeks at the Hall of Justice Jail. It's a potent crime primer. I'm the geek that all the pro thugs disdain. I observe them up close. It's the '60s. It's social-grievance-as-justification-fo...
I didn't care who we were. I required no consummation. I knew that whoever we were and whatever we had would never stop.
He kept his extralegal shit there. Throwdown guns, burglars’ tools, maryjane to plant on suspects.