Top Pulp Quotes

In Woolrich's crime fiction there is a gradual development from pulp to noir. The earlier a story, the more likely it stresses pulp elements: one-dimensional macho protagonists, preposterous methods o...

Sometimes things are just what they seem to be and that's all there is to it.

Pulp Definition

(n.) A moist, slightly cohering mass, consisting of soft, undissolved animal or vegetable matter.

(n.) A tissue or part resembling pulp; especially, the soft, highly vascular and sensitive tissue which fills the central cavity, called the pulp cavity, of teeth.

(n.) The soft, succulent part of fruit; as, the pulp of a grape.

(n.) The exterior part of a coffee berry.

(n.) The material of which paper is made when ground up and suspended in water.

(v. t.) To reduce to pulp.

(v. t.) To deprive of the pulp, or integument.

His belly was flabby, and it got softer every time I hit it. I hit it often.

That was enough dialogue for a few pages - he had to get into some fast, red-hot action.There weren't any more hitches now. The story flowed like a torrent. The margin bell chimed almost staccato, the...

The preliminaries were out of the way, the creative process was about to begin. The creative process, that mystic life force, that splurge out of which has come the Venus de Milo, the Mona Lisa, the F...

It was no ape, neither was it a man. It was some shambling horror spawned in the mysterious, nameless jungles of the south, where strange life teemed in the reeking rot without the dominance of man, a...

We must be bound to one another then, Elric murmured despairingly. Bound by hell-forged chains and fate-haunted circumstance. Well, then—let it be thus so—and men will have cause to tremble and flee w...

He handed me something done up in paper. 'Your mask,' he said. 'Don't put it on until we get past the city-limits.' It was a frightening-looking thing when I did so. It was not a mask but a hood for t...

He handed me something done up in paper. 'Your mask,' he said. 'Don't put it on until we get past the city-limits.' It was a frightening-looking thing when I did so. It was not a mask but a hood for t...

And as I touch your shoulder tonight this room has become the centre of the entire universe.

He told himself she wasn’t really such a bad person, she was just a pest, she was sticky, there was something misplaced in her make-up, something that kept her from fading clear of people when they wa...

The cemetery watchman left the room and returned with a tray holding three small skulls and a large one. I could feel the short hairs on the back of my neck standing up of their own accord. None of th...

That was enough dialogue for a few pages - he had to get into some fast, red-hot action.