Mystery Quotable | July 2013

“Walter’s eye was swollen shut and blood trickled down his throat. His knee throbbed and he felt as if a cold, steel knife had slit open his gut. But just when he thought he wouldn’t have the strength to walk out of Ernie’s room, he looked out the window through his bleary left eye and remembered why he needed to get back to his typewriter. There, underneath the streetlamp in front of the cigar shop, a newspaper boy was hawking the Evening-Star.”—John Florio, Sugar Pop Moon