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161 " Dr. Brockley. "
― Ross Macdonald , The Doomsters
162 " He looked at her with contempt, the contempt that silver might feel for sodden flesh. “She never could hold her liquor.” “We were pub-crawling,” I said. “We had a wizard do.” He looked at me sharply. “Evidently. Now why should you be interested in a bag of worms like this?” “You’re talking about the woman I love. "
― Ross Macdonald , The Moving Target (Lew Archer #1)
163 " The tires whined like starved cats on the fog-sprinkled black-top. "
164 " Perhaps you’d like a drink.” “Not before lunch. I’m the new-type detective. "
165 " That was the trouble with alcohol as a sedative. It floated you off reality for a while, but it brought you back by a route that meandered through the ash-dumps of hell. "
― Ross Macdonald , The Barbarous Coast (Lew Archer #6)
166 " The waves came up towards us, fumbling and gnawing at the beach like an immense soft mouth. "
― Ross Macdonald , The Archer Files: The Complete Short Stories of Lew Archer, Private Investigator, Including Newly Discovered Case Notes
167 " Only the blind had not seen Terry Neville. "
168 " You’re taking this pretty seriously,” I said. “Why don’t you go one step further and take it to the police?” “Trying to talk yourself out of a job?” “Yes. "
169 " Even with tear gas, tommy guns and a police cordon, there is no way to take a desperate man without risking your life. "
― Ross Macdonald
170 " Anton was in his office, short and wide behind the desk in a gabardine suit the color of lemon ice cream. His face was sunlamp brown. "
171 " Why wasn’t he arrested?” “He was, but they couldn’t convict him. Don’t ask me why. Ask the politicians that ran the cops in New York and Jersey and Cleveland and the other places. Ask the people that voted for the politicians. "
172 " ...Miss Seeley came in.... She was a little older, a little thinner. Her tailored pinstriped suit emphasized the boniness of her figure. But she still wore hopeful white ruffles at her wrists and throat. "
173 " There are only two kinds of police systems, Sanford, when you look at it historically. The kind that exists to uphold the law and to treat everybody equally under the law, and the kind that exists to serve private interest. Your idea of a useful police force is the second kind—a police force that will lay off your friends and bear down hard on your enemies, a force of strikebreakers and bully boys, a Swiss Guard for the elite. "
― Ross Macdonald , Blue City
174 " I retreated up the highway to a drive-in where I ate a torpedo sandwich. "