“I’m asking about the kid,” Root said. “What does she get out of it?”
“My fist in her ear if she asks as many questions as you do,” Pennant said. “You worry too much. Well, what do you say, Sultan?”
Source: He-Men, Bag Men, and Nymphos: Classic Men's Adventure Magazine Stories
“Bosch had left Nigeria with his infamous Butcher Boys—assorted sizes, shapes and colors, but all killers for a price—when his scheme to take over a native village backfired. He had figured on cleaning up by selling the village girls in the Congo but found himself dodging spears, knives and related items of cutlery instead.”
Source: He-Men, Bag Men, and Nymphos: Classic Men's Adventure Magazine Stories
“Her bosom filled the jacket like a pair of boxing gloves stuck inside it.”
Source: He-Men, Bag Men, and Nymphos: Classic Men's Adventure Magazine Stories
“Tono Phul used to entertain his guests by having the Filipino break two by fours in half with his karate chops. I saw him break a desk apart that way. Once, Tono Phul put him in a cage with an orangutan. The Filipino broke the ape’s neck and then kicked it to death. He was the worst thing that ever came down the pike, and when Tono Phul had him tie me to a pool table and work me over, I was sure my time had come.”
Source: He-Men, Bag Men, and Nymphos: Classic Men's Adventure Magazine Stories
“Along with death trek and survival stories, yarns about tough cops who had embarked on county cleanups were surefire; also guaranteed to please were pieces that had anything to do with islands—storming them, hiding out on them, buying them at bargain rates, becoming GI king of them. (My favorite, written by the great Walter Kaylin, had to do with a seaman who took charge of one and went about ruling it while sitting on the shoulders of a weird little chum with whom he had washed ashore.)”
Source: Weasels Ripped My Flesh!: Two-Fisted Stories From Men's Adventure Magazines of the 1950s, '60s & '70s
“I edited that [men's adventure] stuff, I read it all. I went from that to The Saturday Evening Post. The very first day at the Post, I edited a piece by John O’Hara and Hannah Arendt. She said, ‘Come on, vat are you doink?’
“I said, ‘You’re okay Arendt, but you’re no Walter Kaylin.”
“To be alive is to be insulted by nature.”
Source: Immortality Is Really Forever
“I am most unglad.”
Source: Immortality Is Really Forever
“whatever^infinity = the truth we want”
Source: Immortality Is Really Forever
“Un color invariable rige al melancólico: su interior es un espacio de color de luto; nada pasa allí, nadie pasa. Es una escena sin decorados donde el yo inerte es asistido por el yo que sufre por esa inercia. Este quisiera liberar al prisionero, pero cualquier tentativa fracasa como hubiera fracasado Teseo si, además de ser él mismo, hubiese sido, también, el Minotauro; matarlo, entonces, habría exigido matarse.”
Source: La condesa sangrienta