As I holed up in the City of Angels, I was also aware of a comforting feeling of anonymity. In the world's biggest third-class city I could pass unnoticed. I spoke the language. I was familiar with the currency. I could drink the water. I could almost breathe the air, late April air, compounded of interesting hydrocarbons.
John D. MacDonaldIntegrity is not a conditional word. It doesn't blow in the wind or change with the weather. It is your inner image of yourself, and if you look in there and see a man who won't cheat, then you know he never will.
John D. MacDonaldWe were about to give up and call it a night when somebody threw the girl off the bridge.
John D. MacDonaldNight and gin and music-the right setting for peeling off the thin clinging layers of bullshit and finding one's way down closer to the essential self.
John D. MacDonald