I like a little danger. Tame danger, controlled by me. It gives me a sense of power, I guess, to take my life in my hands and know damn well I’m not going to lose it.
Ross MacdonaldMots clés danger
I used to think the world was divided into good people and bad people, that you could pin responsibility for evil on certain definite people and punish the guilty. I’m still going through the motions.
Ross MacdonaldAll you men still have the Victorian hangover. I suppose you think woman’s place is in the home, too?”
“Not my home.
There was nothing wrong with Southern California that a rise in the ocean level wouldn't cure.
Ross MacdonaldThe smell of the sea, of kelp and fish and bitter moving water, rose stronger in my nostrils. It flooded my consciousness like an ancestral memory. The swells rose sluggishly and fell away, casting up dismal gleams between the boards of the pier. And the whole pier rose and fell in stiff and creaking mimicry, dancing its long slow dance of dissolution. I reached the end and saw no one, heard nothing but my footsteps and the creak of the beams, the slap of waves on the pilings. It was a fifteen-foot drop to the dim water. The nearest land ahead of me was Hawaii.
Ross MacdonaldNo more guns for you.
Ross MacdonaldMots clés guns
I like the sun."
"Do you really? I didn't think you'd go in for simple things like sun. You're the neon type, aren't you?"
"If you say so.
We're all in the game. We all drive cars, and we're all hooked on oil. The question is how we can get unhooked before we drown in the stuff.
Ross MacdonaldShe was trouble looking for somebody to happen to.
Ross Macdonald...a thin woman about fifty with a face like a silver hatchet.
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