You might say, as you tirelessly said of my stories, at least of the adjectives, that I should render the evidence, not render the verdict... {"Conveyance: The Story I would Not Want Bill Wilson To...
This backward construction was an authorial slight of hand that Poe understood well. Pondering what he called tales of ratiocination - his own name for detective stories - Poe later remarked, People...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
