Quotes from Peter Rabe

You see a boxer with a beautiful nose and you got a fighter without heart.

In the first instant of seeing, of knowing, Catell heard the terrible sounds of everything that breaks, bursts, and rips apart beyond repair, and the mad turning of all that moves, speeds, dashes about for a while, turning like a giant wheel, around, around. Then the wheel stopped.

Catell reached forward, lunging and the world jarred with a screeching searing flame of red that weaved, burst, and then sank sharply into itself, leaving nothing but a total dead black.

Quinn thought for a moment and then he said, "I don't have any papers." True enough, thought Whitfield, and for that matter you don't have any pants either, and so forth. And not much brains left, is my feeling, and I must say a sad shock you are to me and my cinema knowledge of the American gangster.

He didn't say anything else but felt pressure from inside from the sight he saw there—the girl on the table who acted as if she were not there, the men in the room, and things like ropes and wires, the most delicate parts of which they were made. And Remal trades in this. I drop out of a box, thin-skinned like a maggot, and a cold bastard like Remal, moving the ropes and wires inside his anatomy, steps on me.