“Strolling down a white-graveled walk to the cliff above the ocean, he let his eyes rove aimlessly over the expanse of sea and sand: The icy-looking whitecaps, the blinking, faraway sails of boats, the sweeping, constantly searching gulls. Desolation. Eternal,… — Jim Thompson Copy Share Image
“It was like being asleep when you were awake and awake when you were asleep. I'd pinch myself, figuratively speaking - I had to… — Jim Thompson Copy Share
“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… — Jim Thompson Copy Share
“Flight is many things. Something clean and swift, like a bird skimming across the sky. Or something filthy and crawling; a series of crablike… — Jim Thompson Copy Share
“Well. Well? What are you going to do? What are you going to say? What are you going to say when you’re drowning in… — Jim Thompson Copy Share
“Strolling down a white-graveled walk to the cliff above the ocean, he let his eyes rove aimlessly over the expanse of sea and sand:… — Jim Thompson Copy Share
I looked at her, with her hair spilled out on the pillows and the warmth of her body warming mine. And I thought, god-dang,… — Jim Thompson Copy Share
“He picked her up and tossed her on the bed. They had a hell of a time. But afterward, after she had gone back… — Jim Thompson Copy Share
Dad always said that he had enough trouble sorting the fiction out of so-called facts, without reading fiction. He always said that science was… — Jim Thompson Copy Share
“if I wasn't a decent woman I'd heist a leg and pee in your ear until it washed out that stinking pile of crap… — Jim Thompson Copy Share
“He could be breaking apart inside and you'd never know it from the way he acted. He'd be just as pleasant and polite as… — Jim Thompson Copy Share
“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… — Jim Thompson Copy Share
“you might think it wasn't real nice to kick a dying man, and maybe it wasn't, but I'd been wanting to kick him for… — Jim Thompson Copy Share
Then he laughed and she laughed. And quivering with the movement of the train, the dead man seemed to laugh too. — Jim Thompson Copy Share
