“In my mind ran the immortal line of James Thurber, that phrase at once so intensely comic and so pregnant with suggestions of unnameable terror: "Now we go up to the garrick and become warbs." We were going up to… — Anthony Boucher Copy Share Image
“Mr. Evans beamed. "Could I get you a drink?" he said. The words were ordinary; the phrase was one that Maureen had heard and… — Anthony Boucher Copy Share Image
“Beer gurgled through the beard. 'You see,' the young man began, 'the desert's so big you can't be alone in it. Ever notice that?… — Anthony Boucher Copy Share Image
“On Friday evening Martin and Mona went to the United Artists Theatre to see a film already being mentioned for the Academy award. It… — Anthony Boucher Copy Share Image
“Still, I think Hardy's the most likely person in this theater to be snapped up by the studios." "But he can't act!" Norman protested.… — Anthony Boucher Copy Share Image
“The working press -- a strange expression that; it calls up a picture of a horde of other pressmen lolling about Hollywood on sumptuous… — Anthony Boucher Copy Share Image
“In my mind ran the immortal line of James Thurber, that phrase at once so intensely comic and so pregnant with suggestions of unnameable… — Anthony Boucher Copy Share Image
“It was so completely obvious, and yet what proof was there? It was, Martin thought, like the rabbit which the Hindus see in the… — Anthony Boucher Copy Share Image
Richard Stark writes a harsh and frightening story of criminal warfare and vengeance with economy, understatement and a deadly amoral objectivity-a remarkable addition to… — Anthony Boucher Copy Share Image
Eliminate the impossible. Then if nothing remains, some part of the 'impossible' was possible. — Anthony Boucher Copy Share Image
Critical sobriety is out of the question so long as this master of terror-in-the-commonplace exerts his spell. — Anthony Boucher Copy Share Image
“Among the extremely diverse books lumped together as 'mysteries,' I shall try to judge each fairly according to the best standards of the type… — Anthony Boucher Copy Share Image
“Even Asmodeus, that limping devil who looked through rooftops at men's most secret actions, could not have told which of these thoughts masked an… — Anthony Boucher Copy Share Image
