He hadn’t wanted to be helped the way I wanted to help him, the way that helped me.
Ross MacdonaldI found myself wishing that we could live like the birds and move through nature without hurting it ourselves.
Ross MacdonaldTag: nature
The past was filling the room like a tide of whispers.
Ross MacdonaldTag: past
Some of us start out whole and stay that way.
Some need a spare part or two.
Henry - he was a bits-and-pieces kind of guy
Behind the semi-elliptical bar four cowboys who had never been near a cow sang western songs which sounded as if they had originated in the far east.
Ross MacdonaldHe had pink butterfly ears. The rest of him was still in the larval stage.
Ross MacdonaldI felt like a lonely cat, an aging tom ridden by obscure rage, looking for torn-ear trouble. I clipped that pitch off short and threw it away. Night streets were my territory, and would be till I rolled in the last gutter.
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