“no smell of piss or green beans. That was how you could tell for sure it was an upscale old-age joint. It smelled instead like a summer meadow, it smelled of daisies, it smelled like a preview of coming attractions.” — William Lashner Copy Share Image
“We were, all of us, prisoners of our character, unable to alter our true inner natures. When we said we had changed, what had… — William Lashner Copy Share Image
I try to write stories that are thrilling and full of mystery and funny all at the same time, stories that raise moral questions… — William Lashner Copy Share Image
“Unlike the rest of you, I cheerfully admit to my own utter selfishness. I am self-made, self-absorbed, self-serving, self-referential, even self-deprecating, in a charming… — William Lashner Copy Share Image
“It’s all part of the bartender’s creed: make them fresh, make them cold, but most of all, if they’re a little overeager, make them… — William Lashner Copy Share Image
“That was part of the job, to pretend to listen, to feign concern. There are three professions who play at that game; barkeeps are… — William Lashner Copy Share Image
“I received some really bad news. I’m not okay.” A bolt of terror slashed through me. She had some sort of disease, I could… — William Lashner Copy Share Image
“There I sat, in the wreckage of my apartment, in the wreckage of my life – no love, no prospects, a gnawing sense of… — William Lashner Copy Share Image
“Class divisions as clear as those between Harrington and myself always bring out my best, or at least my most petty.” — William Lashner Copy Share Image
“The campus was Disney-fascist, a relentlessly upbeat place to wither and die.” — William Lashner Copy Share Image
“It was still quiet at the bar, early afternoon, before the happy-hour crowd arrived with their after-work bonhomie, and even as the barkeep kept… — William Lashner Copy Share Image
