Quotes from Michael McDowell

It's bad when the dead talk in dreams," said Odessa.

To them all, Beldame represented the fair and possible reward for distress, misfortune, and labor in this world—it was to them a heaven on earth, and resembled the other, preached-of heaven in that it was bright, remote, timeless, and empty.

Grace began to understand. "I have friends," she protested. "I have Zaddie." "Zaddie is just a little colored girl," Mary-Love pointed out. "It's all right to play with Zaddie, but she's not your real friend. John Robert can be your real little friend.

You know what you should have done, added Luker, you should have ripped his balls off and stapled them to the back of his throat.

I had never liked my parents so much that I wished to be reminded of them every time I walked into a room. I

Daylight had not brought a solution, but it had accorded indifference. Having

È un errore madornale credere che i pettegolezzi interessino più alle donne che agli uomini.

Somebody might start to take you serious, and lift your chin with a rifle barrel. Lift it right through the top of your damned head.

There's no point in advertising a circus when everybody hates the clown.

India returned to her kneading, but repeated under her breath, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it!

There's no point in advertising a circus when everybody hates the clown.

Quindi esistono davvero creature che ti mangiano?» «Non in questo ripostiglio» rispose sua madre, con inquietante evasività.

He was being sought for.

Barbara, shut up," said her son Luker. "You know very well why it's a private funeral." "Why?" "Because we are the only people in Mobile who would have come. There's no point in advertising a circus when everybody hates the clown.

Je suppose que j'aurai quand même du mal à te convaincre d'assister à l'inauguration... - Seigneur, jamais de la vie ! s'exclama Elinor avec un rire enjoué. En plus, je l'ai déjà fêtée à ma façon.

At breakfast this morning I drank a whole glass of grapefruit juice and it wasn't till after I had put it down in the sink that I thought about putting vodka in it. And if that's not being cured, I don't know what is!

The ceilings of hospital rooms are stained with the oily residue of souls spat out of dying patients' parched mouths. The

In the night, the house settled. Creaks sounded in the hallways like errant footsteps, windows popped in their frames, china rattled in the cupboards, and pictures suddenly slipped awry on the walls.

Oh, law! This morning I look one day older than God and a year younger than water! Last night I didn't close my eyes. At five o'clock this morning I was still awake in my bed, turning and tossing and thinking about Big D." "Dallas?" "Dying, precious—Big D is death.

it didn't make a damn bit of difference if he won or lost, he wasn't gone be saddled with a wife who could drink more than a barnful of Irishmen

The words yesterday and tomorrow might have been excised from their vocabulary: for yesterday had entertained nothing that was worth today's speech, and tomorrow could promise no change from today.