I just learned two things there at that college, Mr. Ford, that was ever of any use to me. One was that I couldn’t do any worse than the people that were in the saddle, so maybe I’d better try pulling...
He was staring off across the long broad fields, raising his eyes above the red clay soil to the horizon, looking across the fiery-red plains of Hell with its endless gauntlet of dead-brown imps---the...
He was part of this river of cars, aiding its sluggish tide and in turn aided by it. Without losing his identity, free to turn out of the tide when he chose, he still belonged to something.
He picked her up and tossed her on the bed.They had a hell of a time.But afterward, after she had gone back to her own room, depression came to him and what had seemed like such a hell of a time becam...
He had to hate them, to move the smothering shroud of hatred from himself to them. He closed the door of his room behind him, and almost snatched the drink from under the bed.
As for working with a partner, he didn’t like that either. It cut the score right down the middle. It put an apple on your head, and handed the other guy a shotgun. Because grifters, it seemed, suffer...
Anyone who deprived her of something she wanted deserved what he got.
Джонни, откуда ты знаешь, какой я? Разве человек может быть уверен в том, что знает что-то? Малыш, мы живем в забавном мире, в своеобразной цивилизации. В этом мире полицейские становятся проходимцами...
You've got no time at all, but it seems like you've got forever. You've got nothing to do, but it seems like you've got everything.You make coffee and smoke a few cigarettes; and the hands of the cloc...
Usually, during the past fifteen-odd years, I'd hated to see the morning come. That's a psychotic symptom, you know, not wanting to awaken--hating to face things that are bound to be more than you can...
They had no hope of anything more, no comprehension that there might be anything more. In a sense they were an autonomous body, functioning within a society which was organized to grind them down. The...
That’s what she keeps you around for, to diddle her fiddle. Because you’re low-hung and she’s high-strung!
Screw you! I’m not going to tell you what I was going to say because I’m a decent woman. But if I wasn’t, you know what I’d say? You know what I’d do to you, you rotten son-of-a-bitch? I’d heist a leg...
I told her the world was full of nice people. I'd have hated to try to prove it to her, but I said it, anyway.
He was his own victim, his own slave. He had made personality a profession, created a career out of selling himself. And he could not stray far, or for long, from his self-made self.
He was dignity distorted, bravery become knavery, sanctimoniousness masking sin. He was a mirror, jeering at the subject it reflected. Yet so muted were the jeers, so delicate the inaccuracies of deli...
Existence and proof are inseparables. You have to have the second to have the first. I
But you could, Ken said. You could. We got a fella over in the jail right now for pleasurin’ a pig. Well, I’ll be dogged, I said, because I’d heard of things like that but I never had known of no actu...
Well, anyway, by the time it got ready to vote, it looked like a fella wouldn’t be able to have no fun at all anymore, if my opponents were elected. About all a fella would be able to do, without gett...
There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.