Britton

“It was the nude, mutilated body of a young woman, cut in half at the waist. The bottom half lay in the weeds a few feet away from the top, legs wide open. A large triangle had been gouged out of the left thigh, and there was a long, wide cut running from the bisection point down to the top of the pubic hair. The flaps of skin beside the gash were pulled back; there were no organs inside. The top half was worse: the breasts were dotted with cigarette burns, the right one hanging loose, attached to the torso only by the shreds of skin; the left one slashed around the nipple. The cuts went all the way down to the bone, but the worst of the worst was the girl's face. It was one huge purpled bruise, the nose crushed deep into the facial cavity, the mouth cut ear to ear into a smile that leered at you, somehow mocking the rest of the brutality inflicted. I knew I would carry that smile with me to my grave.”
― James Ellroy, The Black Dahlia

“The public has no idea what justice costs the men who perform it.”
― James Ellroy, White Jazz

“What was he? The man had changed the world, had torn up the past by its thick, gnarled roots and had transmuted it, and they, who knew the truth, remembered it his way--and so did I”
― John Gardner , Grendel

“Boyd said Mr. Hoover had a maxim: Anti-Communismm breeds strange bedfellows.”
― James Ellroy, American Tabloid