Stories From the Blue Moon Cafe Quotes

“He had won the right in a raffle to buy for $830 the rebuilt jeep from the Army. It had been painted black. For a time, it bore the legend “Miss Begotten” neatly painted just below the windshield. Then a major’s wife had complained to her husband that it was vulgar, and he had found out who owned the jeep and telephoned The Colonel, and The Colonel had called the man—the bo—in and said that while the major was obviously an asshole, it would probably be smarter to just paint over “Miss Begotten” than to tell the major to tell his wife to attempt a physiologically impossible act of self-impregnation.”
― Sonny Brewer, Stories from the Blue Moon Café

“He watched her across the rim of his coffee cup. Dying seemed way down the line. She was fifteen years younger than he was. She was twentyfive years old and her skin was poreless as marble and her mouth red and bruisedlooking. Her green eyes were the green of still deep waters and there was something arrogantly sexual about them, they said that she knew what she had and that she had an unlimited supply of it and it was going to last forever. He knew it wasn’t and he wished he didn’t.”
― Sonny Brewer, Stories from the Blue Moon Café

“He looked up. She was standing naked on the threshold of the bathroom, her face enigmatic in the dark bedroom, backlit by the bathroom light. Framed so against the yellow rectangle the light was a nimbus in her fair hair, and she seemed to be in flames. “Do you need me?” Stark and depthless against the light she looked like erotic statuary. Something in her hipslung posture lent her words an ambiguity he couldn’t deal with just now, everything about her lately seemed subject to various interpretations.”
― Sonny Brewer, Stories from the Blue Moon Café