Ed Gorman > Quotes

“There's a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night's.”
― Ed Gorman, Everybody's Somebody's Fool

“David Goodis didn’t write novels, he wrote suicide notes.”
― Ed Gorman

“I'm gonna put that gun as far up his ass as it'll go, then I'm just gonna keep loadin' and reloadin' till my arms get tired.”
― Ed Gorman, Death Ground

“Even if it all ultimately means nothing, you’ve got to play the game not only for yourself but for the people you love.”
― Ed Gorman, The Day the Music Died

“Maybe life didn’t make sense but then it was our business, I guess, to impose meaning on it.”
― Ed Gorman, The Day the Music Died

“I guess I had, too, this melancholy, and somehow Buddy Holly dying at least gave me a tangible reason for this feeling. Maybe it’s just all the sadness I see in the people around me, just below the surface I mean, and the fact that there’s nothing I can do about it. Life is like that sometimes.”
― Ed Gorman, The Day the Music Died

“The Catholic thing. They’ve got you so tight inside you need an enema. No cheating on the wife, no cheating on the taxes, no cheating on the church. And somebody bends the rules a little, your panties get all bunched up.”
― Ed Gorman, The Best American Mystery Stories 2011

“So here I am tonight. I’ve followed him from his small house to his round of singles bars and finally to the apartment complex where the woman lives. The one he picked up in the last bar. He’s got to come out sometime.

I’ve got the Louisville Slugger laid across my lap and the Cubs cap cinched in place. I won’t put the shades on until I see him. No sense straining my eyes. Not at my age.

I miss Ralph. About now he’d be working himself up doing his best Clint Eastwood and trying to dazzle me with all his bad cop stories.

I’m pretty sure I can handle this, but even if it works out all right, it’s still flying solo. And let me tell you, flying solo can get to be pretty dammed lonely.”
― Ed Gorman, The Best American Mystery Stories 2011

“Meanwhile, I have the cats, and, worst of all, I’ve started to consider them family. I know guys aren’t supposed to like cats (out here, you still occasionally find the stout masculine type who goes out and shoots cats), but I can’t help it. They’ve won me over.”
― Ed Gorman, The Day the Music Died

“I had a philosophy instructor at the U of I say that the only question that mattered in all of philosophy was Verlaine’s “Why are we born to suffer and die?”
― Ed Gorman, The Day the Music Died

“humor somehow comes through thanks to a gifted translator. Gianrico”
― Ed Gorman, The Interrogator and Other Criminally Good Fiction

“because no matter how we try to explain it—through religion or randomness, it doesn’t matter—existence just doesn’t seem to make any sense.”
― Ed Gorman, The Day the Music Died

“Kiss Me Deadly by Mickey Spillane,”
― Ed Gorman, Nightmare Child