And the commercials would have sickened a goat raised on barbed wire and broken beer bottles.
When in doubt, have a man come through the door with a gun in his hand.
You talk too damn much and too damn much of it is about you.
Velma you says? No Velma heah, brother. No hooch, no gals, no nothing. Jes' the scram, white boy, jes' the scram.
The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful die young, but that they grow old and mean. It will not happen to me.
The girl gave him a look which ought to have stuck at least four inches out of his back.
She was thinking. i could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother for her.
She lowered her lashes until they almost cuddled her cheeks and slowly raised them again, like a theatre curtain. I was to get to know that trick. That was supposed to make me roll over on my back wit...
Maybe we all get like this in the cold half-lit world where always the wrong thing happens and never the right.
La primera sensación fue que, si alguien me reñía, yo me echaría a llorar. La segunda, que la habitación era demasiado pequeña para mi cabeza. Sentía la frente muy lejos de la nuca, y los lados enorme...
Kind of smart guesser, ain’t you, young man? Can’t wait for folks to get their mouth open hardly. I’m sorry, Mrs. Morrison. This is an important matter to us— This here young man don’t seem to have no...
It's a swell theory, I said. Marriott socked me, took the money, then he got sorry and beat his brains out, after first burying the money under a bush.
It is pretty obvious that the debasement of the human mind caused by a constant flow of fraudulent advertising is no trivial thing. There is more than one way to conquer a country.
It got dark and the rain-clouded lights of the stores were soaked up by the black street.
I need not add that a man who indulges in parenthood for the first time at the age of fifty-four deserves all he gets.
I lit one of Mr. Talbot's cigarettes and hoped that Mr. and Mrs. Talbot, wherever they were, were having a much better time than I was. I hoped I would live long enough to come and visit them.
I belonged in Idle Valley like a pearl onion on a banana split.
But down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid.
I have a sense of exile from thought, a nostalgia of the quiet room and balanced mind. I am a writer, and there comes a time when that which I write has to belong to me, has to be written alone and in...
—El alcohol es como el amor —expresó—. El primer beso es magia; el segundo, intimidad; el tercero, rutina. Después de eso lo que hacemos es desvestir a la muchacha.