Sunday, March 6, 2011

McShane: "Life of R. Chandler," p. 200

The lonely Chandler needs friendship, but he's not going to get it. He knows too much about it, how tenuous it is, how much a matter of convenience.

The Lady in the Lake, p. 542 (2)

a small oval lake deep in trees and rocks and wild grass, like a drop of dew caught in a curled leaf.

The Lady in the Lake, p. 542

through a maze of black oak trees and ironwood and manzanita and silence.

Farewell, My Lovely, p. 279

...and I held them for a moment and then let go slowly as you let go of a dream when you wake with the sun in your face and have been in an enchanted valley.