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. MacDonaldWe were about to give up and call it a night when somebody threw the girl off the bridge.
John D. MacDonaldNow it stands to reason, mister, any damn fool stares into the sun long enough, he'll end up seeing exactly what some other damn fool tells him he's going to see.
John D. MacDonaldIf you would be thrilled by watching the galloping advance of a major glacier, you'd be ecstatic watching changes in publishing.
John D. MacDonaldI am wary of the whole dreary deadening structured mess that we have built into such a glittering top-heavy structure that there is nothing left to see but the glitter, and the brute routines of maintaining it.
John D. MacDonald