Wilbert Shopen

“The owner of the Post Office was called Maurice. A sixtyish-year-old with a large red nose that was pebble-dashed with broken capillaries, and a smooth bald head with a fuzz of grey hair around the side like the tide mark on a dirty bath. He had a gruff manner, distrusting eyes and a cough like kicked gravel.”
― R.D. Ronald

“odds might be good, but the stakes were prohibitively high. He”
― Peter Benchley, Jaws

“A country preacher could not have looked more full of milk and honey than this formidable writer, whose words had always left long bloody marks wherever they fell.”
― Knut Hamsun, Hunger

“[She] was trading sex for print. She certainly wouldn't be the first woman to do that, now, would she, Nikki Heat?”
― Richard Castle, Naked Heat