It isn't dying I'm afraid of, it isn't that at all; I know what it is to die, I've died already. It is the endless obliteration, the knowledge that there will never be anything else. That's what I can't stand,… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“He should have caught up with me inside of fifteen minutes at the outside, if he'd been able to get on the next train… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“Home? What is home? Home is where a house is that you come back to when the rainy season is about to begin, to… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“Gates got up, but not fast or jerkily, with the same slowness that had always characterized him. He wiped the sweat off his palms… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“As the bartender struck a match to light her cigarette, she put her hand on his wrist to steady it. Travis saw him jump,… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“That was enough dialogue for a few pages - he had to get into some fast, red-hot action. There weren't any more hitches now.… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“She was beautiful, only hers was the dark beauty of night, just as Sherry's was the bright beauty of daytime. Her hair was raven-black,… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“And I still say it was just a coincidence;' he muttered pugnaciously. 'You say it too! Look at me and say it! It was… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“And then finally she came - and the whole world faded out around us and we were just alone on the crowded sidewalk. I've… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“One of the two owners, the man who had been sitting in the front room, was stretched out in there asleep, stockinged-toes pointed at… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“But that's the Way, and there is no other. And once his mind's made up, the trembling and aimless walking stops, and he can… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“He just lingers long enough to see his plane put to bed properly, then grabs a cab at the airport-gate. "The Settlement" and forgetting… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“There was a pause, while I fought against this other, lesser kind of death that was creeping over me - this death called strangeness,… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“Every life is a mystery. And every story of every life is a mystery. But it is not what happens that is the mystery.… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“Evans made himself their spokesman. "Charlie and Joe," he offered. "Remember us? We brought a friend back with us this time." Girls evidently didn't… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
