Harry Whittington > Quotes

“I sank back on that couch, looking at Peggy Walker, wanting her. It happened that fast and that terribly. If it never happened to you like that, count yourself among the lucky, and God how I pity you. That’s the way it happened to me, and I looked at Peggy and knew everything I wanted was there, the ankles, the breasts, the smell of her hair. I”
― Harry Whittington, Brute in Brass

“I was never more sure of anything. He’s as innocent as you and I. So that’s my word. You go out of here. Go find some honest cop, tell him what I’ve told you. Tell him to find Tino Gonsmart. Tell him that a guy named Alex Luxtro doesn’t want the case reopened. If that doesn’t scare him so bad he runs, then you got yourself the man.” “Are”
― Harry Whittington, Brute in Brass

“Mr. Ballard, there’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t do to have my husband proved innocent. I know he’s innocent. He begged me to ask you to help him. He said you were the toughest man he’d ever met, and that you tried to be honest with him, and that if you ever made up your mind to do something, nothing in the world could ever stop you.” I”
― Harry Whittington, Brute in Brass

“She ran across the room and knelt beside me. I could smell her hair, and the faint scent of her lush body, even as sick and scared as I was. Her kind of beauty ate through anything.”
― Harry Whittington, To Find Cora / Like Mink Like Murder / Body and Passion

“I called the bartender, told him to bring me another beer. I sat there drinking it, and forgetting Earl Walker. It was funny, though, you live with something for part of a week, night and day. You let it fill your mind, and you find weak places in the investigation done ahead of you. It becomes a challenge. There are a lot of questions that need answers. They beat at you, insisting you find the answers, and find out why the cops ahead of you overlooked them. Tino Gonsmart. Ziggy. Too much sense to talk about Ruby. And”
― Harry Whittington, Brute in Brass

“Lupe crossed the apartment in her slip, and I heard castanets.”
― Harry Whittington, A Night for Screaming / Any Woman He Wanted

“He walked to it, shoved his hand inside and came up with a thirty-five caliber Smith and Wesson. He held it in his hand, hefting it. Then he ejected the cartridge case, checked it and socked it back into the gun.”
― Harry Whittington, A Ticket to Hell / Hell Can Wait

“Write a page a day and you'll have a complete novel in year.”
― Harry Whittington