...it isn't foolish or wicked to enjoy. Wickedness is hurting people on purpose. I love what you are and who you are and how… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
Now it stands to reason, mister, any damn fool stares into the sun long enough, he'll end up seeing exactly what some other damn… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
You have to start knowing yourself so well that you begin to know other people. A piece of us is in every person we… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
“Victims, he thought, were birds and animals and people who arrived at the wrong place at the wrong time, usually in too big a… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
The dividing line [between friends and acquaintances] is communication, I think. A friend is someone to whom you can say any jackass thing that… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
I want story, wit, music, wryness, color, and a sense of reality in what I read, and I try to get it in what… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
[To] me organized religion, the formalities and routines, [is] like being marched in formation to look at a sunset. — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
Old friend, there are people—young and old—that I like, and people that I do not like. The former are always in short supply. I… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
Way over half the murders committed in this country are by close friends or relatives of the deceased. A gun makes a loud and… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
“Bugs would eat the wax. Chaw the old canvas. And one day there will be a mutation, and we will have new ones that… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
“...her dark eyes were like twin entrances to two deep caves. Nothing lived in those caves. Maybe something had, once upon a time. There… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
