“He finished his drink. 'I don’t like mornings either,' he said. “That’s why I’m a writer.” — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
“He finished his drink. 'I don’t like mornings either,' he said. “That’s why I’m a writer.” — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
Nobody can take away your future. Nobody can take away something you don't have yet. — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
“He'd always had a quickening of the heart when he crossed into Arizona and beheld the cactus country. This was as the desert should… — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
“Once he’d had happiness but for so brief a time; happiness was made of quicksilver, it ran out of your hand like quicksilver. There… — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
“There were no passing cars to call out to. You couldn’t call for help from a police car, anyway; he didn’t think you could.” — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
“Wondering at the loneliness of the new dead, remembering Kitten and Kitten’s need for light and life. She had no sorrow for Kitten dead;… — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
“He scraped through the dark sand to the center house, two stories, both pouring bands of light into the fog. There was warmth and… — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
“They were one unto the other, a circle whirling evenly, effortlessly, endlessly. He knew beauty and the intensity of a dream and he was… — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
