“In lots of books I read, the writer seems to go haywire every time he reaches a high point. He’ll start leaving out punctuation and running his words together and babble about stars flashing and sinking into a deep dreamless sea. And you can’t figure out whether the hero’s laying his girl or a cornerstone. I guess that kind of crap is supposed to be pretty deep stuff—a lot of the book reviewers eat it up, I notice. But the way I see it is, the writer is just too goddam lazy to do his job. And I’m not lazy, whatever else I am. I’ll tell you everything.” WayKindBookSeemsRunningTogetherJobsGirlStarsStuffSeaFiguresHeroLeavingSupposed To BeLazyCrapSinkingCornerstonesPunctuationReviewersHigh PointsBook Review Book:Crime novels: American noir of the 1950s Source: Crime novels: American noir of the 1950s
“Sin is a lonely thing, a worm wrapped around the soul, shielding it from love, from joy, from communion with fellow men and with God. The sense that I am alone, that none can hear me, none can understand, that no one answers my cries, it is a sickness over which, to borrow from Bernanos, “the vast tide of divine love, that sea of living, roaring flame which gave birth to all things, passes vainly.” Your job, it seems, would be to find a crack through which some sort of communication can be made, one soul to another.” MenMadeSoulSeemsWould BeJobsJoySinAnswersSeaCryDivineCommunicationBirthAll ThingsLonelyFellowsFlamesSicknessCracksTidesCommunionWormsDivine LoveFellow ManRoaring Book:Redeployment Source: Redeployment
“That job [on Out to Sea], more than any I've ever done, I couldn't wait to get to work in the morning. And not only that, but I had a great part. So it was just beyond fun on every level.” DoneJobsFunWaitingLevelsMorningSea Author:Brent Spiner