124 Quotes by Ross Macdonald

Pour alcohol on a bundle of nerves and it generally turns into a can of worms.

In wine was truth, perhaps, but in whisky, the way Hoffman sluiced it down, was an army of imaginary rats climbing your legs.

Trying to get information out of a Los Angeles lawyer was like opening a can of sardines without a key.

The apparent facts, if you like. I'm not a philosopher. We lawyers don't deal in ultimate realities. Who knows what they are? We deal in appearances.

The past was filling the room like a tide of whispers.

A few languid clouds moved inland over our heads. A little high plane was gamboling among them like a terrier in a henyard.

Only the blind had not seen Terry Neville.

It was a Friday night. I was tooling home from the Mexican border in a light blue convertible and a dark blue mood.

Try listening to yourself sometime, alone in a transient room in a strange town. The worst is when you draw a blank, and the ash-blonde ghosts of the past carry on long twittering long-distance calls with your inner ear, and there's no way to hang up.