The Zebra-Striped Hearse Quotes

“She had more memories than she could use, and so had I.”
― Ross Macdonald, The Zebra-Striped Hearse

“The lake seemed artificial seen from here: a man-made lake dyed a special shade of blue and surrounded by papier-mâché mountains. In this setting it was hard to believe in death, and life itself was denatured.”
― Ross Macdonald, The Zebra-Striped Hearse

“The mourning dove had returned to the television antenna. He sat there still and perfect as a heraldic bird. I said hoo-hoo to him and got a response, hoo-hoo, and I felt better.”
― Ross Macdonald, The Zebra-Striped Hearse

“Isn’t twenty-four a little late for the big rebellion?” “Harriet has been living under military occupation. She’s a fugitive from injustice.” “So she takes up with a fugitive from justice. I’ve seen it happen before.” Royal paused. “How much danger do you think she’s in?”
― Ross Macdonald, The Zebra-Striped Hearse

“The little maid stood and watched me with wide blue eyes, as if I was committing lese majesty.”
― Ross Macdonald, The Zebra-Striped Hearse

“Meyer’s parting smile was gentle. He didn’t believe in evil. His father had died in Buchenwald, and he didn’t believe in evil.”
― Ross Macdonald, The Zebra-Striped Hearse

“Entering the room was like stepping into the interior of Manny’s head.”
― Ross Macdonald, The Zebra-Striped Hearse

“The blonde woman was heavily made up in an old-fashioned way, as if she had been entertaining ghosts. Her triangular face had the taut immobility that plastic surgery often leaves behind.”
― Ross Macdonald, The Zebra-Striped Hearse

“I’m a very self-flagellant type. But I suppose it’s better than having other people do it to you. And so very much more economical—it saves paying the middlemen.”
― Ross Macdonald, The Zebra-Striped Hearse

“You went on making it, or trying to, all your life—working your way up the same old terraced slopes with different street names on them.”
― Ross Macdonald, The Zebra-Striped Hearse

“—Los muertos no hacen daño. Los vivos son quienes nos lastiman.”
― Ross Macdonald, El Coche Funebre A Rayas