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61 " Victims, he thought, were birds and animals and people who arrived at the wrong place at the wrong time, usually in too big a hurry. "
― John D. MacDonald , One More Sunday
62 " Never leave anything which can be traced, when you do have a choice. "
― John D. MacDonald , The Quick Red Fox (Travis McGee #4)
63 " anxious little smile that came and went—a mendicant "
― John D. MacDonald , Bright Orange for the Shroud (Travis McGee #6)
64 " are too many mouths to feed. One million three hundred thousand more every week! And of all the people who have ever been alive on Earth, more than half are living right now. We are gnawing the planet bare, "
― John D. MacDonald , The Green Ripper (Travis McGee #18)
65 " Ask for two, and they give you the third free. "
― John D. MacDonald , The Last One Left
66 " If you look over in that direction, like two hundred yards, you will see some birds walking. Never drive the boat toward where the birds are walking. First rule of navigation. "
― John D. MacDonald , The Scarlet Ruse (Travis McGee #14)
67 " Walk very lightly and carefully, Wade. Look behind every bush. "
― John D. MacDonald , Barrier Island
68 " Keep your head down, fella. Do your job. Sell the product, write the contracts, negotiate the loans, attend the closings, bank your share and fatten the Keogh accordingly. "
69 " I went into the lunchroom. A stocky young girl in a soiled green jumper sat at a table reading a fan magazine. She got up slowly when the screen door creaked. She had enormous breasts and she looked like Buddy Hackett. "
― John D. MacDonald , A Purple Place for Dying (Travis McGee #3)
70 " And you can sit out here in the hour before dawn, boy, and think virtuous thoughts and tell yourself how noble you are and all that shit, and you are going to lay back and hang on to the money, because that is the way the world keeps score. Not your way. Not lately. "
71 " ...her dark eyes were like twin entrances to two deep caves. Nothing lived in those caves. Maybe something had, once upon a time. There were piles of picked bones back in there, some scribbling on the walls, and some grey ash where the fires had been. "
― John D. MacDonald , Darker Than Amber (Travis McGee #7)
72 " The eye records. The eye takes vivid, unforgettable pictures. "
― John D. MacDonald , A Deadly Shade of Gold (Travis McGee #5)
73 " There are middle-aged children who spend a part of every day thinking of their college or their war, but the ones who grow up to be men do not have this plaintive need for a flavor of past importance, "
― John D. MacDonald , The Deep Blue Good-By (Travis McGee, #1)
74 " This is the queasy shadowland, and they don’t even work hard at that because they have never learned to work at anything. They turn sloppy, and when the youngness is gone, there isn’t much left. Just the dead eyes and the small meaty skills and the feeling their luck went bad sometime, when they weren’t watching. Fifteen to twenty-five is the span, and they age quickly and badly. These are the bunnies who never find a burrow. "
75 " She went inside and watched him walk back toward sixteen, "
76 " The early bird who gets the worm works for somebody who comes in late and owns the worm farm. "
― John D. MacDonald , The Dreadful Lemon Sky (Travis McGee #16)
77 " And would not her fastidious litheness take away the heavy taste of the fleshy girls in the Citrus Inn? McGee, the Perfidious. "
78 " You know what just seeing him did to me.” “I know. Lois, he just isn’t that ominous. Evil, but not ominous. Sly, but not prescient. Once he is off balance, he will stay off balance, and fall heavily. And the law will gather him in. "
79 " I talked with Junior Allen. He didn’t have his mind on it. He was crouched in the brush, and he could taste lamb, and he was alerted for the first shy sound of the little hoofs coming along the trail. I gently and indirectly advanced the idea of my coming along, and he firmly closed the door. He got up and sprang nimbly onto the dock, snapped the weak dock light on, checked his lines, adjusted a fender and came aboard again, restless. "
80 " It is a practical world, Mr. Owen, and we have to do practical things. "