Crack thinking on the part of the police

A woman is found dead in the courtyard of a house, naked, hands and feet bound, and she'd been hanging from a second floor balcony, noose around neck. Three days earlier a 6 year-old boy was found dead in the house. Roy Frank of the San Diego sheriff's homicide unit: "The case is certainly suspicious."

from People magazine

They are pretty good looking girls who can play softball

"Hey, come on," said Lowell. He never knew how to react to aggression. He was always kind of stunned by it.

"I hate it when you sit in a chair like that," said his wife.

from A Meaningful Life by L.J. Davis.

Don't get me down

Samuel Johnson on Richard Savage:

Those are no proper Judges of his Conduct who have slumber'd away their Time on the Down of Plenty

Free historic sounds

Link to Library of Congress "National Jukebox"  --  http://www.loc.gov/jukebox/

Noir Dialogue

Lee Marvin:                    Hey, that's a nice perfume.


Gloria Grahame:              It's something new. It attracts mosquitos and repels men.



"The Big Heat"

 

Heard at the bar:

"I used to date a girl from South Africa, so I know all about that. I know all about that stuff."

Don't the brakeman look good flagging down the Double E?

The cup of tea on arrival at a country house is a thing which, as a rule, I particularly enjoy. . . . There is something that seems to speak to the deeps in me in the beaming smile of my hostess and the furtive whisper of my host, as he plucks at my elbow and says "Let's get out of here and go and have a whiskey and soda in the gun room."

P.G.Wodehouse, "The Code of the Woosters"

Patti Smith on Andy Warhol:

I hated the soup and felt little for the can.

At the next table in the restaurant:

"I was in my bathing suit pregnant. Who says that to someone who's pregnant?"

I yearn for the good old days, when you could go about and tell people what you thought of them with a hatchet and a bow and arrows.

-- Jerome K. Jerome

More from "Toward You"

" . . . The interesting thing is that most felons actually prefer novels to short stories or even poems . . . the prisoners themselves tell us that the novels' longer narrative arcs give them a sense of continuity, as well as a chance, in a way, for them to escape their present unhappy circumstances, if only temporarily. As for their own writing, which we encourage through weekly workshops, they much prefer poetry. I don't know if it's a certain criminal lack of attention span -- somebody ought to do a study someday -- or just poetry's innate potential for violence and its implied permission to use inflammatory language, but they certainly do churn it out for whatever reason."

Someone, a girl actually, chose to describe me as "a perfect capybara," which -- none of us but her ever having seen one -- left me undisturbed until the following morning when I looked it up in the single volume of the World Book Encyclopedia I owned, unfortunately the letter C. . . . I took a good look in the mirror. The girl had been right. What woman would ever want to date a capybara? But the bright side of that experience was that the research I did that morning began a lifelong interest in animals -- not a bad thing for someone who spends most of his time alone.

from " Toward You" by Jim Krusoe.

Bar talk:

"I bought some moss. Boy, is it expensive there. I bought some moss. $7.00. I don't even need moss."