{"author":"Cornell Woolrich","author_id":"Cornell+Woolrich","total_quotes":93,"quotes":[{"text":"A slight concussion of the brain simplifies matters so beautifully.('Three O'Clock').","author":"Cornell Woolrich","tags":["brain","concussion","simplicity"],"id":2364,"author_id":"Cornell+Woolrich"},{"text":"The car drives through, stops while the man closes and fastens the prickly gate behind it. The bell shuts off; the stillness is deafening by contrast. The car goes on until the outline of a house suddenly uptilts the searching headlight-beams, log-built, sprawling, resembling a hunting-lodge. But there's no friendliness to it. There is something ominous and forbidding about its look, so dark, so forgotten, so secretive-looking. The kind of a house that has a maw to swallow with - a one-way house, that you feel will never disgorge any living thing that enters it. Leprous in the moonlight festering on its roof. And the two round sworls of light played by the heads of the car against its side, intersecting, form a pear-shaped oval that resembles a gleaming skull. ('Jane Brown's Body').","author":"Cornell Woolrich","tags":["evil-house","fear","horror","house"],"id":16345,"author_id":"Cornell+Woolrich"},{"text":"Three o'clock in the morning.The highway is empty, under a malignant moon. The oil drippings make the roadway gleam like a blue-satin ribbon. The night is still but for a humming noise coming up somewhere behind a rise of ground.Two other, fiercer, whiter moons, set close together, suddenly top the rise, shoot a fan of blinding platinum far down ahead of them. Headlights. The humming burgeons into a roar. The touring car is going so fast it sways from side to side. The road is straight. The way is long. The night is short. (Jane Brown's Body').","author":"Cornell Woolrich","tags":["auto","car","drive","driving","night"],"id":17681,"author_id":"Cornell+Woolrich"},{"text":"She was ready to be a fugitive with him for the rest of her life - 'Whither thou goest, I will go; thy people shall be my people' - and when a Parisienne is ready to leave Paris behind forever, that's something. ('I'm Dangerous Tonight').","author":"Cornell Woolrich","tags":["paris","parisienne"],"id":25241,"author_id":"Cornell+Woolrich"},{"text":"It was dark now, and broodingly sluggish. Like something supine waiting to spring, with just the tip of its tail twitching. Leaves stood still on the trees. An evil green star glinted in the black sky like a hostile eye, like an evil spying eye.('For The Rest Of Her Life').","author":"Cornell Woolrich","tags":["dark","evil","night","omen","ominous","star","threat"],"id":29276,"author_id":"Cornell+Woolrich"},{"text":"But that's the Way, and there is no other. And once his mind's made up, the trembling and aimless walking stops, and he can look doom in the face without flinching. ('Jane Brown's Body').","author":"Cornell Woolrich","tags":["fearless","fearlessness","resolute","resolve"],"id":33693,"author_id":"Cornell+Woolrich"},{"text":"On hands and knees the figure comes pacing along beside the wall that flanks the patio, lithe, sinuous, knife in mouth perpendicular to its course. In moonlight and out of it, as each successive archway of the portico circles high above it, comes down to join its support, and is gone again to the rear.The moon is a caress on supple skin. The moon of Anahuac understands, the moon is in league, the moon will not betray. ('The Moon of Montezuma').","author":"Cornell Woolrich","tags":["killing","moon","murder","night"],"id":33850,"author_id":"Cornell+Woolrich"},{"text":"She was the kind of shopkeeper who finishes the paragraph she is reading before waiting on the customer.","author":"Cornell Woolrich","tags":["cashier","cashiers","service","shopkeeper"],"id":51948,"author_id":"Cornell+Woolrich"},{"text":"The struggle doesn't last long; it's too unequal. Their momentary surprise overcome, they close in on him. The well-directed slice of a gun-butt slackens the good arm; it's easy to pry the disabled one from around the racketeer's collar.Tereshko is trembling with his anger. 'Now him again!' he protests, as though at an injustice. 'All they do is die and then get up and walk around again! What'sa matter, you guys using spitballs for slugs? No, don't kick at him, that'll never do it - I think the guy has nine lives!' ('Jane Brown's Body').","author":"Cornell Woolrich","tags":["crime","mobsters","noir"],"id":57933,"author_id":"Cornell+Woolrich"},{"text":"The thing, whatever it was - and no one was ever sure afterwards whether it was a dream or a fit or what - happened at that peculiar hour before dawn when human vitality is at its lowest ebb. The Blue Hour they sometimes call it, l'heure bleue - the ribbon of darkness between the false dawn and the true, always blacker than all the rest of the night has been before it. Criminals break down and confess at that hour; suicides nerve themselves for their attempts; mists swirl in the sky; and - according to the old books of the monks and the hermits - strange, unholy shapes brood over the sleeping rooftops.At any rate, it was at this hour that her screams shattered the stillness of that top-floor apartment overlooking the Pare Monceau. Curdling, razor-edged screams that slashed through the thick bedroom door. ('I'm Dangerous Tonight').","author":"Cornell Woolrich","tags":["evening","fear","horror","l-heure-bleue","night","the-blue-hour"],"id":57980,"author_id":"Cornell+Woolrich"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":93,"pages":10,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}