“It's six o'clock; my drink is at the three-quarter mark - three-quarters down not three-quarters up - and the night begins. ("New… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“It was dark now, and broodingly sluggish. Like something supine waiting to spring, with just the tip of its tail twitching. Leaves… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“The lights of the city streaked off below him like the luminous spokes of a warped wheel. An indistinctly outlined, pearly moon… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“Now the moon of the Aztecs is at the zenith, and all the world lies still. Full and white, the white of… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
The girl's face was the color of talcum. Her uncle's was a death mask, a bone structure overlaid by parchment. Shane's was… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“Three o'clock in the morning. The highway is empty, under a malignant moon. The oil drippings make the roadway gleam like a… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“After that there was silence for a while, only the sound of the shovel biting into the earth and the hissing splatter… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“On hands and knees the figure comes pacing along beside the wall that flanks the patio, lithe, sinuous, knife in mouth perpendicular… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“It had grown darker now; it was full night already, with the swiftness of the mountainous latitudes. The square of sky over… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“Then without any warning the car stopped. They were there. "The ride's over," someone said. "End of the ride." For a moment… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“A scattering of pinpoint lights shows up in the blackness ahead. A town or village straddling the highway. The indicator on the… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“The thing, whatever it was - and no one was ever sure afterwards whether it was a dream or a fit or… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“A raging, glowering full moon had come up, was peering down over the side of the sky well above the patio. That… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“There was nothing the matter out there. It was in here, with me. I decided I'd better go to work, maybe that… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“The sun goes down and it's night-time in New Orleans. The moon rises, midnight chimes from St. Louis cathedral, and hardly has… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“Now the evening's at its noon, its meridian. The outgoing tide has simmered down, and there's a lull-like the calm in the… — 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
