“He scraped through the dark sand to the center house, two stories, both pouring bands of light into the fog. There was warmth and gaiety within, through the downstairs window he could see young people gathered around a piano, their… — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
“He finished his drink. 'I don’t like mornings either,' he said. “That’s why I’m a writer.” — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
Nobody can take away your future. Nobody can take away something you don't have yet. — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
“He'd always had a quickening of the heart when he crossed into Arizona and beheld the cactus country. This was as the desert should… — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
“Once he’d had happiness but for so brief a time; happiness was made of quicksilver, it ran out of your hand like quicksilver. There was the heat of tears suddenly in his eyes and he shook his head angrily. He would not think about it, he would never think of that again. It was long ago in an ancient past.… — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share
“There were no passing cars to call out to. You couldn’t call for help from a police car, anyway; he didn’t think you could.” — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
“Wondering at the loneliness of the new dead, remembering Kitten and Kitten’s need for light and life. She had no sorrow for Kitten dead;… — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
“He scraped through the dark sand to the center house, two stories, both pouring bands of light into the fog. There was warmth and… — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
“They were one unto the other, a circle whirling evenly, effortlessly, endlessly. He knew beauty and the intensity of a dream and he was… — Dorothy B. Hughes Copy Share Image
