“The speech fascinated him. His ear caught the rhythm of it and he noted their idioms and worked some of them into his patter. He had found the reason behind the peculiar, drawling language of the old carny hands—it was… — William Lindsay Gresham Copy Share Image
“Loneliness came over him, like an avalanche of snow. He was alone. Where he had always wanted to be. You can only trust yourself.… — William Lindsay Gresham Copy Share Image
“The speech fascinated him. His ear caught the rhythm of it and he noted their idioms and worked some of them into his patter.… — William Lindsay Gresham Copy Share Image
“Nothing matters in this goddamned lunatic asylum of a world but dough.” — William Lindsay Gresham Copy Share Image
“Oh, Christ, why do you have to grow up into a life like this one? Why do you ever have to want women, want… — William Lindsay Gresham Copy Share Image
“What sort of God would put us here in this goddamned, stinking slaughterhouse of a world?” — William Lindsay Gresham Copy Share Image
“How helpless they all looked in the ugliness of sleep. A third of life spent unconscious and corpselike. And some, the great majority, stumbled… — William Lindsay Gresham Copy Share Image
