In lots of books I read, the writer seems to go haywire every time he reaches a high point. He’ll start leaving out punctuation and running his words together and babble about stars flashing and sinking into a deep dreamless… — Jim Thompson Copy Share Image
“It was like being asleep when you were awake and awake when you were asleep. I'd pinch myself, figuratively speaking - I had to… — Jim Thompson Copy Share Image
“Yeah, Johnnie,’ I said, ‘it’s a screwed up, bitched up world, and I’m afraid it’s going to stay that way. And I’ll tell you… — Jim Thompson Copy Share Image
“Flight is many things. Something clean and swift, like a bird skimming across the sky. Or something filthy and crawling; a series of crablike… — Jim Thompson Copy Share Image
“Well. Well? What are you going to do? What are you going to say? What are you going to say when you’re drowning in… — Jim Thompson Copy Share Image
“Strolling down a white-graveled walk to the cliff above the ocean, he let his eyes rove aimlessly over the expanse of sea and sand:… — Jim Thompson Copy Share Image
I looked at her, with her hair spilled out on the pillows and the warmth of her body warming mine. And I thought, god-dang,… — Jim Thompson Copy Share Image
“He picked her up and tossed her on the bed. They had a hell of a time. But afterward, after she had gone back… — Jim Thompson Copy Share Image
Dad always said that he had enough trouble sorting the fiction out of so-called facts, without reading fiction. He always said that science was… — Jim Thompson Copy Share Image
“if I wasn't a decent woman I'd heist a leg and pee in your ear until it washed out that stinking pile of crap… — Jim Thompson Copy Share Image
“Anyone who deprived her of something she wanted deserved what he got.” — Jim Thompson Copy Share Image
“He could be breaking apart inside and you'd never know it from the way he acted. He'd be just as pleasant and polite as… — Jim Thompson Copy Share Image
