“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 sort of way. In short, I am all the selfs except selfless. Yet every so often I run across a force of nature that shakes my sublime self-centeredness to its very roots. Something that tears through… — William Lashner Copy Share
“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 tell. She had cancer. I was sure of it. I had a vision of Carol Kingsly in her hospital bed, her limbs withered, her head shaved, looking up at me with sunken eyes. Gad. Looking up… — William Lashner Copy Share
“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 himself busy wiping bottles and slicing limes, he had no choice but to nod and listen. He liked it busy at the bar, he liked it when the crowd was three deep and the calls for… — William Lashner Copy Share
