Holly Hays-Ince

“The evening stretches out against the sky, I thought. Like a patient etherized upon a table. I grinned to myself. Live fast, die young, and have a literate corpse.”
― Robert B. Parker, Walking Shadow

“The rain fell like dead bullets.”
― Scott Nicholson

“She was blond as hell, wearing a lot of black.”
― Kenneth Fearing, The Big Clock

“Because I love you,” I said. “Because you are in my life like the music at the edge of silence.”
― Robert B. Parker, Crimson Joy