Quotes from Edward Anderson

The empty highway behind looked like a stretching rubber band.

The lights of the little highway town ahead spread with their approach and then scattered like flushed prey as they entered its limits. Under the filling-station sheds, swirling insects clouded the naked bulbs. The stores were closed; the depot dark.

Money interests fix the punishment for crime in this country [...] consequently there is no moral justice.

Her eyes opened. They were like petals submerged in tiny bowls of unchanged water.

To hell with it, he thought. Bad start is a good ending, boys.

You take that School Teacher feller yonder," the Caretaker said, "he got him a hot plate from Sears, Roebuck and he's just batching fine.

A revolution never will start among a bunch of bums.