Joseph J. Millard > Quotes

“If we let this fellow stay in that position much longer, rigor mortis will harden him like a pretzel and they’ll have to press him between the pages of a dictionary to straighten him out for the stretcher.”
― Joseph J. Millard, The Noir Mystery MEGAPACK ™: 25 Modern and Classic Mysteries

“Monj, the Master of the Moon,” Rocossen said, drawing himself stiffly upright on the seat. “Our great leader”
― Joseph J. Millard, The Gods Hate Kansas: A Classic Science Fiction Novel

“You were unconscious for two days. It was not used at full power.”
― Joseph J. Millard, The Gods Hate Kansas: A Classic Science Fiction Novel

“We rocked and jounced like an idiot on a pogo stick, or a mountain goat leaping across a drainage gulley, and finally got some paving under us again.”
― Joseph J. Millard, The Noir Mystery MEGAPACK ™: 25 Modern and Classic Mysteries

“No one thought of contagion. To the pushing crowd it was only a strange and morbidly fascinating form of death.”
― Joseph J. Millard, The Gods Hate Kansas: A Classic Science Fiction Novel

“Helium! The only known deposits of helium in any sizable quantity are in Kansas. You just shot off the stones and the helium pockets under Kansas drew them down like magnets.”
― Joseph J. Millard, The Gods Hate Kansas: A Classic Science Fiction Novel

“The rocks had been hurtling toward Earth for more than a week, silent and invisible in the black, airless void of space.”
― Joseph J. Millard, The Gods Hate Kansas: A Classic Science Fiction Novel

“I had to get hold of a Doc and some bandages. Maybe I needed a splint. I wasn’t sure, I went away from there. To hell with the screaming woman. I’d save her after I saved myself.”
― Joseph J. Millard, The Noir Mystery MEGAPACK ™: 25 Modern and Classic Mysteries

“silver is opaque to ultraviolet radiations beyond thirty-three hundred angstrom units, and the thing I saw had a sort of violet color. Maybe”
― Joseph J. Millard, The Gods Hate Kansas: A Classic Science Fiction Novel

“It’s like wrestling a patch of fog.”
― Joseph J. Millard, The Gods Hate Kansas: A Classic Science Fiction Novel

“McGee made a gagging sound deep in his throat and scrubbed the bloody hand against his wet raincoat. His eyes were muddy, his bony angular face tight and shiny from the rain and the tension of taut nerves and muscles. Rain drummed steadily on the car’s metal roof and the windshield wipers squeaked monotonously, louder and more nerve-wracking than the endless sucking whine of the tires on the wet pavement. But louder than all these sounds was the mournful, sobbing wail of squad cars ripping through the night, converging on the neighborhood McGee was desperately fleeing.”
― Joseph J. Millard, The Noir Mystery MEGAPACK ™: 25 Modern and Classic Mysteries

“stony meteorites slamming onto Kansas all these years with a concentration too great to be random.”
― Joseph J. Millard, The Gods Hate Kansas: A Classic Science Fiction Novel