It’s—it’s always lightest j-just before the dark.
In lots of books I read, the writer seems to go haywire every time he reaches a high point. He’ll start leaving out punctuation and running his words together and babble about stars flashing and sinki...
He kept his back turned and his eyes closed, feeling no shame or anger but only an increasing sickness of soul.
A weed is a plant out of place.
When life attains a crisis, man’s focus narrows.
Her mind moved around and around the subject, moving with a kind of fuzzy firmness. With no coherent thought process, she arrived at a conviction - a habit with the basically insecure; an insecurity w...
Yeah, Johnnie,’ I said, ‘it’s a screwed up, bitched up world, and I’m afraid it’s going to stay that way. And I’ll tell you why. Because no one, almost no one, sees anything wrong with it. They can’t...
Sure there's a hell...
If the Good Lord made a mistake in us people it was in making us want to live when we’ve got the least excuse for it.
I yawned and I stretched. I sure was needing some sleep, but I guess I'm always in need of sleep like I'm always in need of food. Because my labors were mighty ones--ol' Hercules didn't know what hard...
You can't stamp on a man's corns when he's got his feet cut off.
Practically every fella that breaks the law has a danged good reason, to his own way of thinking, which makes every case exceptional, not just one or two. Take you, for example.
Judging by her reaction (and what else was there to judge by?) he had managed the interview very well.
A heck of a lot of things are bound to go wrong in a world as big as this one. And if there's an answer to why it's that way - and there ain't always - why, it's probably not just one answer by itself...
We're living in a funny world kid, a peculiar civilization. The police are playing crooks in it, and the crooks are doing police duty. The politicians are preachers, and the preachers are politicians....
Rothman gave me another sharp look, and then he looked down at his desk. 'Lou' he said softly, 'do you know how many days a year an ironworker works? Do you know what his life expectancy is? Did you e...
Sure there's a hell... I could hear him saying it now, now, as I lay here on bed with her breath in my face, and her body squashed against me... It is the drab desert where the sun sheds neither warm...
What else is there to do but laugh and joke...how else can you bear up under the unbearable?
Maybe it don’t seem to make sense for a fella to be doing things for a reason that he don’t know about. But I reckon I’ve been doing it most of my life.
It looked like I’d sold my pottage for a mess of afterbirth, as the saying is. I’d been chasing females all my life, not paying no mind to the fact that whatever’s got tail at one end has teeth at the...