Youth endures all things, kings and poetry and love. Everything but time. — James Crumley Copy Share Image
“This was the place, the place I would have come on my own wandering binge, come here and lodged like a marble in a… — James Crumley Copy Share Image
Maybe I will go to Paris. Who knows? But I’ll sure as hell never Go back to Texas again — James Crumley Copy Share Image
...the sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child. — James Crumley Copy Share Image
“Sadness softened her nasal twang, that ubiquitous accent that had drifted out of the Appalachian hills and hollows, across the southern plains, across the… — James Crumley Copy Share Image
“I chuckled like Aldo Ray. If I had to endure his l'homme du monde act, he had to suffer my jaded alcoholic private eye.” — James Crumley Copy Share Image
I have learned some things. Modern life is warfare without end: take no prisoners, leave no wounded, eat the dead--that's environmentally sound. — James Crumley Copy Share Image
When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just… — James Crumley Copy Share Image
“Son, never trust a man who doesn’t drink because he’s probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all… — James Crumley Copy Share Image
