Godwulf Manuscript Quotes

Halfway through my steak I caught sight of myself in the mirror behind the bar. I looked like someone who ought to eat alone. I didn't look in the mirror again.

It was a bright day, but cold, and the whores had emerged, working the Combat Zone, looking cold and bizarre in their miniskirts, boots, and blond wigs. Being seductive at twenty degrees was heavy going, I thought. Being horny at twenty degrees wasn’t all that easy either.

She was wearing something in purple suede that was too short for a skirt and too long for a belt.

Get far enough away and it looks kinda pretty, don’t it?” she said. “You only get order from a distance. Close up is always messy.” “Yeah,” I said, “but your own life is always close up. You only see other people’s lives at long range.

know. I’ve been in classes with her. She’s bright, but she’s screwed up. Jesus, they’re so miserable, those kids, always so goddamn unhappy about racism and sexism and imperialism and militarism and capitalism. Man, I grew up in a tarpaper house in Fayette, Mississippi, with ten other kids. We were trying to stay alive; we didn’t have time to be that goddamn unhappy.

The university hasn’t got the money to ransom it.” “They got the money to buy football players and build a hockey rink and pay goddamn professors to teach three hours a week and write books the rest of the time.

Asking your husband to go one-on-one with Joe Broz is like putting a guppy in the piranha pool. If we don't find him before Broz does, he'll be eaten alive.

and gestured. A number of students were taking notes, some

here hadn’t said he knew you, I’da run you in already. The

He had on a red sleeveless jumpsuit, black shirt with bell sleeves, high-heeled black patent leather boots with black laces. A full-length black leather trench coat hung open.

A cold McDonald's hamburger is halfway between a jelly doughnut and a hockey puck, but the nine-dollar bourbon helped.

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I’ll get you a lawyer in a bit. Then I’ll call the cops. Before I do, though—” She started to speak and I squeezed her. “Listen,” I said, “When the cops come don’t say anything, don’t talk to them, don’t argue with them, don’t be hostile, don’t be smart. Do not say anything to anybody till you talk to the lawyer. His name is Vincent Haller. He’ll see you soon after you go downtown. Talk only with him present and say only what he says you should.

You look like … like a boxer, or like somebody in a Tarzan movie.” “Cheetah,” I said.

Freedom of the press is a flaming sword,” I said. “Use it wisely, hold it high, guard it well.

A pig is a pig,” she said. “Whether he’s public or private, he works for the same people.” “Next time you’re in trouble,” I said, “call a hippie.