“ I had killed a man, for money and a woman. I didn't have the money and I didn't have the woman. ”
Love, when you get fear in it, it's not love any more. It's hate.
~ James M. Cain
That's all it takes, one drop of fear to curdle love into hate.
You have to wait for your mind to catch up with whatever it is it’s working on, then you can write a novel.
I ripped all her clothes off. She twisted and turned, slow, so they would slip out from under her. Then she closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow. Her hair was falling over her shoulders in snaky curls. Her eye was all black, and her breasts weren’t drawn up and pointing up at me, but soft, and spread out in two big pink splotches. She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money’s worth that night.
