“And you can sit out here in the hour before dawn, boy, and think virtuous thoughts and tell yourself how noble you are and all that shit, and you are going to lay back and hang on to the money,… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share Image
...it isn't foolish or wicked to enjoy. Wickedness is hurting people on purpose. I love what you are and who you are and how… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
Now it stands to reason, mister, any damn fool stares into the sun long enough, he'll end up seeing exactly what some other damn… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
You have to start knowing yourself so well that you begin to know other people. A piece of us is in every person we… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
“Victims, he thought, were birds and animals and people who arrived at the wrong place at the wrong time, usually in too big a… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
The dividing line [between friends and acquaintances] is communication, I think. A friend is someone to whom you can say any jackass thing that… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
I want story, wit, music, wryness, color, and a sense of reality in what I read, and I try to get it in what… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
[To] me organized religion, the formalities and routines, [is] like being marched in formation to look at a sunset. — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
Old friend, there are people—young and old—that I like, and people that I do not like. The former are always in short supply. I… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
Way over half the murders committed in this country are by close friends or relatives of the deceased. A gun makes a loud and… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
“Bugs would eat the wax. Chaw the old canvas. And one day there will be a mutation, and we will have new ones that… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
“...her dark eyes were like twin entrances to two deep caves. Nothing lived in those caves. Maybe something had, once upon a time. There… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share
