“What sort of God would put us here in this goddamned, stinking slaughterhouse of a world?” — 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
