John Collier Quotes

Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.

Poets can dodge. ("Evening Primrose")

Just behind his jaw bones a tiny movement was perceptible, like the movement of gills in a fish.

And she gave him a melting smile, the glutinous sweetness of which he devoured with the avidity of a diabetic who swallows a fatal spoonful of jam.

I sometimes marvel that a third-rate writer like me has been able to palm himself off as a second-rate writer.

Could we make it our own, there would be an eternally inexhaustible earth and a forever lasting peace.