Maegan Chan

“His belly was flabby, and it got softer every time I hit it. I hit it often.”
― Carroll John Daly, Race Williams' Double Date and Other Stories

“There was, I thought, something calling to me from out in the dark.
It came from out in the tempest, even from the lights of the fishing boats a mile out at sea. You can be called to a last effort, a final heroic statement, because I doubt you call yourself to leave comforts and certainties for an open road. But the call is inside your own head. It's a sad summons from the depths of your own wasted past. You could call it the imperative to go out with full-tilt trumpets and gunshots instead of the quietly desperate sound of the hospital ventilator. Victory instead of defeat.”
― Lawrence Osborne, Only to Sleep

“You're not done with L.A. until L.A. is done with you.”
― Philip Elliott, Nobody Move

“The tin pan notes of a piano drift faintly into the night. A man curses and a window slams. Far distant an ash can clatters on stone and the almost human screech of a cat pierces the night.”
― Carroll John Daly, The Snarl of the Beast