Dead Low Tide Quotes

“I was that guy … that fella shot with luck, that superbly happy jerk named Andrew Hale McClintock.”
― John D. MacDonald, Dead Low Tide

“that kind of girl brings trouble wherever she works. Oh, I’m not saying she isn’t nice enough to speak to. So polite and nice butter wouldn’t melt. But I always say these tropics can do something to nice girls to make them forget their upbringing, and forget plain decency.”
― John D. MacDonald, Dead Low Tide

“I saw that picture a lot of times, and through the bottoms of a lot of glasses.”
― John D. MacDonald, Dead Low Tide

“A stupid fly kept sitting on me.”
― John D. MacDonald, Dead Low Tide

“It’s one of those situations where anything you say sounds as if they’d start selling soap just after you finished.”
― John D. MacDonald, Dead Low Tide

“Good Lord, Andrew Hale McClintock, straighten up. Have you got to go around lusting after every female you see? Keep this up and they’ll come after you with nets. Keep this up and you’ll start following them on the street, mumbling and leering and wiping your chin on your sleeve. Go fishing, Andrew. Indulge in some fine open-air manly sport and take your little imaginings off this fine new secretary’s fine new frame.”
― John D. MacDonald, Dead Low Tide

“I admired the way the narrow waist made a double concave line, like parentheses turned the wrong way—) (—and farther down the parentheses turned the right way ( ),”
― John D. MacDonald, Dead Low Tide

“The air in the office had that pre-thunder feeling, as though a spark would jump off your finger if you reached for a light switch.”
― John D. MacDonald, Dead Low Tide

“She wore a fawn-colored skirt, sandals, and a white blouse like cake frosting.”
― John D. MacDonald, Dead Low Tide

“I just plain don’t know how to ask you, Andy.” “Try English.”
― John D. MacDonald, Dead Low Tide

“As I walked behind her I became aware that in spite of her being a scrawny type, she wagged very pleasantly and cutely in the blue demin outfit, giving me a sort of vague suicidal hope that this was one of those tabloid jobs where the boss’s young wife picks a playmate out of the office.”
― John D. MacDonald, Dead Low Tide

“Always before, it had been Mr. McClintock. Maybe guys without shirts revert to first names.”
― John D. MacDonald, Dead Low Tide