After Things Fell Apart Quotes

“I wasn’t grown up then and I wasn’t Lady Day and I got away. I’ve been aware, since then, of how it is. You can kill people, right in the street, right in the open, for simply trying to get what’s due. All you have to say is you’re the authority and they’re the riot. Well, killing isn’t just yours anymore. Sometime maybe, when all this is mine, Frisco Enclave and all, then maybe nobody will get killed for wanting food. Nobody will get shot down or gassed by men, men in uniform. That’s what’s coming. How does that sound, you poor son of a bitch of a cop?”
― Ron Goulart, After Things Fell Apart

“Baxter snatched up the automatic typewriter and plumped it into Pinemont’s broad lap, slapping the mike into the big writer’s fat hands. “The sun is pasted to the burning sky like a scarlet cookie,” dictated the bearded man. “A scarlet sugar cookie. Buzzards circle far off. We slowly, ever so
slowly, truck across the heat crazed sands of Old California. The birds swoop and we, with stunning impact, zoom in. Zoom with dazzling speed and lock in on a tight shot of… of… horse cock.” “Don Diego,” supplied Baxter. “The hero’s name is Don Diego.” “Don Diego. His hand reaches up and slowly, ever so slowly, he peels the scarlet mask from his grim face. The mask is limp, like a scarlet pancake. He puts the mask in his saddle bag and from it, from the intricately carved leather saddlebag, he withdraws the deed to the hacienda.” Pinemont lifted the typing machine off himself and reached for a beer.”
― Ron Goulart, After Things Fell Apart

“You ever hear of an old-time actor named James Coburn?”
― Ron Goulart, After Things Fell Apart

“Very well, since you’re a swing enthusiast. I noticed the flicker of recognition in your eyes when I mentioned the Lunceford band. Who was Trummy Young?” “Played trombone with his feet,” said Haley. “Now about the free warning.”
― Ron Goulart, After Things Fell Apart

“I’m not Nat. I’m Nat’s Garbage Service. That is, I’m the only surviving member.” “A music group?” “The music group,” said the old man. “We got the Grammy in 1972. You wouldn’t remember our big ones I guess. Flowers Growing In The Cracks and Fragmented Syntaptic Authenticated Hallucinogenic Anthrax?”
― Ron Goulart, After Things Fell Apart

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― Ron Goulart, After Things Fell Apart