“His voice sank down to a steady and reproachful undertone: 'I'm not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was something like an assembly line for my soul. I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete.”
― The Ballad of the Sad Cafe
― The Ballad of the Sad Cafe
“It was the hour when the lilac glow was fading in the slushy streets, but by the time the bus had left the mid-town terminal the bright city night had come.”
― The Ballad of the Sad Cafe
― The Ballad of the Sad Cafe
“I began to feel sorry for myself, to understand what it means to be helpless, and to understand why it's a good thing that Buddhists send out their young monks to beg. It's chastening. It rips off the last layer of baby fat.”
― Music for Chameleons
― Music for Chameleons
“Dark came on. The moon, white like milk, showed in the blue sky and the air was cold. She could hear Ralph and George and Portia in the kitchen. The fire in the stove made the kitchen window a warm orange. There was the smell of smoke and supper.”
― The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
― The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
“I described that summer day, my baptism- it was so clear to me, the similarities between Quinn and the Reverend Snow, the linking fibers; but I spoke too emotionally, metaphysically, to communicate what I felt, and I could sense Jake's disappointment: he had expected from me a series of sensible perceptions, pristine, pragmatic insights that would help clarify his own concept of Quinn's character, the man's motivations.”
― Music for Chameleons
― Music for Chameleons
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