Falling Angel Quotes

“I like your eyes when you get mad," I said. "They glow like embers.”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“Normal? Hateful word, normal. No meaning whatsoever.”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“It’s usually some badass makes a young girl’s heart beat faster.”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“The tomb lies at the end of every path. Only the soul is immortal. Guard this treasure well. Your decaying husk is but a temporary vessel on an endless voyage.”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“No matter how cleverly you sneak up on a mirror your reflection always looks you straight in the eye.”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“All along the avenue, cotton candy stands, fun houses, and games of chance were tightly shuttered, like clowns without makeup.”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“Demerol made it all seem okay.”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“revelation hit me like an ice-water enema.”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“I was examining the perfumed, coloured candles guaranteed to bring good fortune with continued use when a lovely mocha-skinned girl came in from the back room and stood behind the counter. She wore a white smock over her dress and looked about nineteen or twenty. Her wavy, shoulder-length hair was the colour of polished mahogany. A number of thin, silver hoops jingled on her fine-boned wrist. "May I help you?" she asked. Just beneath her carefully modulated diction lingered the melodic calypso lilt of the Caribbean.”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“Her wavy, shoulder-length hair was the colour of polished mahogany.”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“It was the hand of emperors and assassins. Languid yet lethal.”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“O tempo pinta um quadro que ninguém pode ignorar.”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“Qual de nós ousaria olhar para o resultado final? Uma coisa é se olhar no espelho diariamente, lá as nuances da mudança passam despercebidas.”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“The bar was jammed with the Happy Hour crowd. I elbowed through the press and ordered a double Manhattan on the rocks. When it came, I took a long swallow and struggled back with”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“THERE WAS NO RUSH going down the fire stairs. I’d had enough exercise for one day. When I hit the lobby I didn’t make for the street, but cut through the narrow passage leading to the Carnegie Tavern. I always buy myself a drink after finding”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“RECEPTIONIST LOOKED RIGHT through me as I crossed the carpeted lobby between glass-cased tanker models and clipper ship prints. I winked at her, and she spun away on her swivel chair. The frosted doors to the inner sanctum had bronze fouled anchors mounted in place of handles, and I pushed through humming a sea chanty under my breath. “Yo ho, blow the man down …” Beyond”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“turned the knob and looked into a large, bare room, made homelike by several sagging secondhand couches and gay circus posters brightening the mildewed walls. The fat lady filled a couch like it was an armchair. A diminutive woman with a black curling beard spread across her demure pink bodice sat engrossed in a half-assembled jigsaw puzzle. Under a dusty fringed lampshade, four curious misshapen humans engaged in the familiar ritual of draw poker.”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“shook a cigarette from my pack and offered one to Danny who wagged his head negatively. “I didn’t think you could finger her for me, Danny,” I said, lighting up. “But you’ve been around a while now. Tell me who the old-timers are. Put me wise to someone who knows the score.” Danny”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“few odd souls wandered about Surf Avenue looking for something to do. Sheets of newspaper blew like tumbleweed down broad, empty streets. Overhead, a pair of sea gulls hovered, scanning the ground for discarded scraps. All along the avenue, cotton candy stands, fun houses, and games of chance were tightly shuttered, like clowns without makeup. Nathan”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“I got them voodoo blues, Them evil hoo-doo blues. Petro Loa won’t leave me alone; Every night I hear the zombies moan. Lord, I got them mean ol’ voodoo blues. Zu-Zu was a mambo, she loved a hungan man; Messin’ with Erzuli wasn’t part of her plan. The spell of the tom-tom turned her into a slave, And now Baron Samedi’s dancin’ on her grave. Yeah, she’s got them voodoo blues, Them bad ol’ hoo-doo blues … When”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“Epiphany smiled,”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“neighborhood”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel