“The tomb lies at the end of every path. Only the soul is immortal. Guard this treasure well. Your decaying husk is but a temporary vessel on an endless voyage.” — William Hjortsberg Copy Share Image
“RECEPTIONIST LOOKED RIGHT through me as I crossed the carpeted lobby between glass-cased tanker models and clipper ship prints. I winked at her, and… — William Hjortsberg Copy Share Image
“few odd souls wandered about Surf Avenue looking for something to do. Sheets of newspaper blew like tumbleweed down broad, empty streets. Overhead, a… — William Hjortsberg Copy Share Image
“turned the knob and looked into a large, bare room, made homelike by several sagging secondhand couches and gay circus posters brightening the mildewed… — William Hjortsberg Copy Share Image
“I got them voodoo blues, Them evil hoo-doo blues. Petro Loa won’t leave me alone; Every night I hear the zombies moan. Lord, I… — William Hjortsberg Copy Share Image
“The tomb lies at the end of every path. Only the soul is immortal. Guard this treasure well. Your decaying husk is but a… — William Hjortsberg Copy Share Image
“shook a cigarette from my pack and offered one to Danny who wagged his head negatively. “I didn’t think you could finger her for… — William Hjortsberg Copy Share Image
“THERE WAS NO RUSH going down the fire stairs. I’d had enough exercise for one day. When I hit the lobby I didn’t make… — William Hjortsberg Copy Share Image
“The bar was jammed with the Happy Hour crowd. I elbowed through the press and ordered a double Manhattan on the rocks. When it… — William Hjortsberg Copy Share Image
