A second red-orange spearhead leaps straight at O'Shaughnessy. The whole world seems to stand still. Then the gun behind it crashes, and there's a cataclysm of pain all over him, and a shock goes through him as if he ran head-on into a stone wall. A voice from the car says blurredly, while the ground rushes up to meet him, 'Finish him up, you guys! I'm getting so I don't trust their looks no more, no matter how stiff they act! ' ("Jane Brown's Body"). Cornell Woolrich
I like video games, but they're really violent. I'd like to play a video game where you help the people who were shot in all the other games. It'd be called 'Really Busy Hospital.
-
Demetri Martin
HELP! ”I race to the square, crossing it, looking all around, listening out-.. It’s empty. Viola’s breathing heavy in my arms .And Haven is empty. I reach the middle of the square. I don’t see nor hear a soul. I spin around again.“ H E...
-
Patrick Ness
And then his noise falls completely silent- And he stops struggling- And looking right into my eyes- He dies. My Todd dies.
-
Patrick Ness
Next to the day when I was almost shot by that arrow, the worst day of my life was when I was almost eaten.
-
Jennifer FrickRuppert
And I meant to tell you: that was a one-in-a-thousand shot." She raised her hand. "Don't.""It was awesome, " George confirmed. "It really was, " Jack said. "His head exploded.
-
Ilona Andrews
More Quotes By Cornell Woolrich
The preliminaries were out of the way, the creative process was about to begin. The creative process, that mystic life force, that splurge out of which has come the Venus de Milo, the Mona Lisa, the Fantasie Impromptu, the Bayeux tapestries, Romeo and Juliet, the...
That was enough dialogue for a few pages - he had to get into some fast, red-hot action. There weren't any more hitches now. The story flowed like a torrent. The margin bell chimed almost staccato, the roller turned with almost piston-like continuity, the pages...
Home? What is home? Home is where a house is that you come back to when the rainy season is about to begin, to wait until the next dry season comes around. Home is where your woman is, that you come back to in the...
It was a brave city, she decided, eyeing them. Brave in its other sense; not courageous, so much as outstanding, commanding. It was too nice a town to die in. Though it had no honeysuckle vines and no balconies and no guitars, it was meant...
Every life is a mystery. And every story of every life is a mystery. But it is not what happens that is the mystery. It is whether it has to happen no matter what, whether it is ordered and ordained, fixed and fated, or whether...
