The smell of the sea, of kelp and fish and bitter moving water, rose stronger in my nostrils. It flooded my consciousness like an ancestral memory. The swells rose sluggishly and fell away, casting up dismal gleams between the boards… — Ross Macdonald Copy Share Image
“The sea was surging among the pilings like the blithe mindless forces of dissolution.” — Ross Macdonald Copy Share
I knew how it was with drunks. They ran out of generosity, even for themselves. — Ross MacDonald Copy Share
“She didn't look like any motel manager I had ever seen. More likely an actress who hadn't quite made the grade down south, or… — Ross Macdonald Copy Share
“In wine was truth, perhaps, but in whisky, the way Hoffman sluiced it down, was an army of imaginary rats climbing your legs.” — Ross Macdonald Copy Share
“A cockroach stepped out from behind the ketchup, gave me a quick impassive once-over, decided that I was of the Brahmin faith, and walked… — Ross Macdonald Copy Share
I have a secret passion for mercy. . . but justice is what keeps happening to people. — Ross Macdonald Copy Share
“I found myself wishing that we could live like the birds and move through nature without hurting it ourselves.” — Ross Macdonald Copy Share
I like a little danger. Tame danger, controlled by me. It gives me a sense of power, I guess, to take my life in… — Ross Macdonald Copy Share
I had reached the point when I could not see anything clearly ahead, I needed help, and I got it. — Ross MacDonald Copy Share
The smell of the sea, of kelp and fish and bitter moving water, rose stronger in my nostrils. It flooded my consciousness like an… — Ross Macdonald Copy Share
