Quotes from Steve Hockensmith

she instead pictured Lady Catherine de Bourgh's bloody, broken body at her feet. It proved a more comforting thought.

He'd be like Tonto with a bong, a brain-damaged Dr. Watson, Robin the Boy Wonder with Attention Deficit Disorder.

I instantly regretted it. Cynicism is a decadent pose, a façade of apathetic ennui that's antithetical to the committed idealism of the true internationalist. But when you're a private eye, it sort of gets to be a habit.

Property being theft and all, I felt free to help myself.

I figured at least three families could live in there comfortably. And after the Revolution, they would.

The only bombshells that strike my fancy are the ones that will free the proletariat from the shackles of wage slavery.

Nobody in this town writes dialogue that bad on purpose. Not unless they've got a hidden agenda…or maybe a contract with Universal.

Sparring gowns, battle gowns, executioner's gowns—it didn't matter. They were all dull dull dull!

If you truly must obey your mistress. If you truly must have revenge, then you can start with me. But if you choose to follow your own path, well you can start that with me too if you like.

Of course, it's a little late for a heart to heart when one of the hearts is half a cup of ash.

like a shaft of coal jutting from a glass of milk.

Undead isn't inhuman!")

I was now old enough to see the day when the average teenager (Clarice didn't qualify) couldn't spot a Terminator reference. My time had clearly passed. If we'd been Eskimos, I would have crawled out onto the ice to die. First things first, though. I walked over and pushed Clarice's legs off the couch.

If you think about it, Santa Claus is a little like Batman. He's a vigilante.

I kept hoping to see an ad in the classifieds that suited me. You know. "Over-Educated Smart-Ass Wanted to Talk About Books and Movies and Stuff.

Minutes later, he and Mrs. Claus were in the air, headed for Sweden behind a team of young back-up reindeer. "Now, Pac-Man! Now, Disco! Now, Yoda and Vader!" Mrs. Claus called out, giving the reins a gentle snap. "On, Ford! On Carter! On, Alda and Nader!

I was beginning to wonder if this guy was capable of saying anything that didn't sound like a creepy innuendo. Maybe it was a rare medical condition and he just couldn't help himself, like Tourette's but sexual. Pervmo Syndrome.

Zombies are a fairly new addition to the cannon of monsterdom. Really, the modern zombie goes back just to the 'Night of the Living Dead.' There's a ton of material out there, but it seems like there's not a lot of diversity out there.

I like zombies; I like them fine. But I don't have a long list of zombie movies or books that are among my favorite things in the world.

Failure is but the longer road to triumph.