Gingerbread Man on 8/3/2006 at 06:12
Jumping on the "I Tried To Come Up With Something But Nothing Can Top Max Payne" bandwagon. :(
Everything I think of is drowned out by "The explosion in my apartment had started a fire. The flames couldn't burn away my past, they only made the shadows behind me leap higher."
Tocky on 10/3/2006 at 03:18
I just wish I could recall some of Garrison Keelers lines from Guy Noir.
Why the hell did they change the look of Max in the second game? He had the kind of smartass face you just know you will wind up liking as opposed to the sort you know you will have to plant a fist against at some point. A shame. The writers of the first one were genius too. When the helicopter came down it was with that same bittersweet sadness as at the end of a good book.
And if I haven't made Hammet and Chandler spin yet, Boots had a good one: "The difference between the you now and the you of five minutes ago is the you of five minutes ago still had five minutes to live."
Okay. I can't resist-
He had a laugh like a dog choking on a piece of gristle and an attitude that made you want to feed him enough to finish the job.
Ah well. It aint "Lords and Ladies" at least.
DinkyDogg on 10/3/2006 at 03:42
Quote Posted by Gingerbread Man
Jumping on the "I Tried To Come Up With Something But Nothing Can Top Max Payne" bandwagon. :(
Everything I think of is drowned out by "The explosion in my apartment had started a fire. The flames couldn't burn away my past, they only made the shadows behind me leap higher."
If quoting Max Payne is okay, then my favorite line is, "Gognitti ran out of steam in a dead-end alley with steam boiling out of the sewer grates like all the fires of hell were burning high beneath us. It was shake-down time."
Scots Taffer on 10/3/2006 at 03:58
That sentence is actually a bit broken, I'd say "ran out of gas" rather than use steam twice.
Mr.Duck on 10/3/2006 at 05:10
I sat there, gun smoking in my left hand like a hooker's last cigarette puff before pulling in the graveyard shift, sometimes, this job actually paid off good.
Shevers on 12/3/2006 at 17:28
The night was colder than the body lying before me, although maybe half as bitter, and any biting feelings of guilt were quickly engulfed as the night plunged into me like a vengeful vampire.
peaknuckle on 12/3/2006 at 20:32
We were about to give up and call it a night when somebody dropped the girl off the bridge.
RIP JDMac
Tocky on 13/3/2006 at 02:31
Hell yes, pk. Good to meet another fan. I think I've read everything he has written barring a laundry list or two.
At random from the color series:
A knife blade grating along a rib bone is a sound so ugly and so personal it can come right into your sleep and wake you up ten nights running.
Karate, judo, boxing, jujitsu, wrestling- not one of the formal schools of unarmed combat prepares a man for the special problem of catching a sack of bricks that has fallen out a third story window.
All the pretty little rationalizations and games of conjecture can be wiped out in an instant by the total and immediate and irrevocable fleshy reality.
Seeing him hanging and turning so slowly had brought me back to the fullness of life, probably just because his was so evidently gone.
Anyone who can carry that much money into Mexico and bring it all back out can buy my breakfast.
I had seen it happen to some very good men, and most of them did indeed die badly and soon, and the ones who did not die were seldom the same again.
She fired again, and I knew that she was going to keep right on, and I knew that she couldn't keep missing at that range, particularly if it occurred to her to stop trying to hit me in the face.
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You get the picture. What struck me leafing through my dusty stacks was how the best parts were nearly all short sentences that made little sense seperately but rang like a bell all together. I miss him. You know, I read "The Lonely Silver Rain", his last, right at the time I had my own daughter. I was glad he gave McGee something to really live for. Then, with no thought to his readership, the selfish bastard dies. Ah well.
peaknuckle on 13/3/2006 at 14:45
Tocky!!
You're right about the best quotes seeming to be short. I love the story about how the quote (girl/bridge) from Darker Than Amber came to be. Apparently JDMac had sent the draft of the novel to his editor and the opening scene was McGee and Meyer fishing and chatting and it was long winded and his editor kicked it back and said he should trim it and try a more jolting start. JDMac canned the whole scene and sent back 19 words of electricity.
I guess now the he's been dead ~20 years, the rumors of a stashed away, final McGee novel (said to have Black in the title) have faded. One would've thought the old SOB would've had the forethought (ala' Agatha Christie) to write a final installment for his hero to be published posthumously.
pk
dracflamloc on 14/3/2006 at 21:46
How about a noir-ish serial?
