Ross Macdonald Quotes
The past was filling the room like a tide of whispers.
I like a little danger. Tame danger, controlled by me. It gives me a sense of power, I guess, to tak...
Show MoreFlames entered the room like dancers, orange-colored and whirring.
The walls were lined with books, many of them in foreign languages, like insulation against the imme...
Show MoreIf California is a state of mind, Hollywood is where you take its temperature. There is a peculiar s...
Show MoreHe was half a politician, and like most of his kind he was an insecure man.
Pour alcohol on a bundle of nerves and it generally turns into a can of worms.
Some men spend their lives looking for ways to punish themselves for having been born.
The sea was surging among the pilings like the blithe mindless forces of dissolution.
The smell of the sea, of kelp and fish and bitter moving water, rose stronger in my nostrils. It flo...
Show MoreThe apparent facts, if you like. I'm not a philosopher. We lawyers don't deal in ultimate realities....
Show MoreI have a secret passion for mercy. But justice is what keeps happening to people.
No one looks at the mountains. But they were there, making them all look silly.
The walls of books around him dense with the past formed a kind of insulation against the present ...
Show MoreNever sleep with anyone whose troubles are worse than your own.
Try listening to yourself sometime, alone in a transient room in a strange town. The worst is when y...
Show MoreThere's nothing wrong with Southern California that a rise in the ocean level wouldn't cure.
On both sides of the highway I could see the rows of little frame houses, all alike, as if there wer...
Show MoreIt was some time since I had gone to sleep in the same room with a girl. Of course, the room was lar...
Show MoreYou are joking. You must want money. You work for money, don't you?""I want it very badly," I said. ...
Show MoreI found myself wishing that we could live like the birds and move through nature without hurting it ...
Show MoreIn wine was truth, perhaps, but in whisky, the way Hoffman sluiced it down, was an army of imaginary...
Show MoreShe didn't look like any motel manager I had ever seen. More likely an actress who hadn't quite made...
Show MoreThe walls of books around him, dense with the past, formed a kind of insulation against the present ...
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