by James Ellroy
(Windmill Books, Penguin Random House, 2014)
Japanese men were born to embody the concept of Act.
I always do what I say I’m going to do. I formally state my intent and proceed from that point.
This diary is a broadside against stasis and unrest.
I lived to read, draw and roam.
I relinquished myself to an aimless bohemianism.
Sex was not what I imagined. It was tension, scent and prosaic misalliance. It was sweet and sad revelation, and all expectation dashed.
L.A.’s sinfulness enraged him. The scale of the place drew him in.
Thread the needle. Hit the wiggle spot.
Glenn Miller’s band plays “Perfidia.”
War gives men a plain and simple something to do.
Women write diaries in the hope that their words will beckon fate.
I see large events as opportunities.
You’d be better served taxing your conscience for those who deserve your regret.
Insomniacs tend to find each other.
Big events induce a collective loss of memory.
War begets The Thirst.
Close quarters begets combustion.
I indulge prayer when the world seems incomprehensible and only a plea to the incomprehensible makes sense.
Devilish men require families … They keep you safe while you do what you damn please.
Unbidden children represent unbidden fate.
Sex equals social consciousness equals politics.
I've seem how the inability to think clearly and act decisively has hobbled our leaders and sustained oppressive conditions in this country.
She's immune to doubt. It's her strength as a snitch and her flaw as a cognizant being.
Racial exclusivity facilitates the social code. The natural instinct to exclude must be codified by law.
All betrayals start with friendship.
The lad possessed initiative but lacked male dignity.
It insults me that you repeat yourself.
It's not betrayal if you supply the information voluntarily, and without malice.
“Pretend that you’re like the rest of us for a while.”
The war justified the misconduct.
Self-sacrifice oft becomes the voicing of unpopular sentiment within more popular outrage.
Expressed outrage does not equal reason and any succor that it provides to our enemies must be seen as incidental and not actionable in any sane court of law.
There's quite the thrill in being coerced.
Sub fear was weird juju. It connoted werewolves of the sea.
I must be certain that those close to me share my identical interests. I'm benevolent within that construction. I'm ghastly outside of it.
L.A. would build up and out after the war. It would become unrecognizable. The war gave him L.A. ablaze with crazy purpose. The war let him love L.A. one last time as it was.
I miss the people I've betrayed and who've betrayed me.
Boredom is a common state for shallow folks.
I will feel less alone as I recall your face twenty years from now.
War enticed runners.
It feels good to bite humans. You should try it.
Ideology and money make for strange bedfellows.
We're going to get shit-faced and become over-familiar, because the war has sanctioned such indecorous behavior.
Miss Davis failed at insight and excelled at technique.
Miss Davis was all artifice, save for her fear and rage. It was fear of nothingness and rage at the prospect fulfilled.
It's very powerful to love someone that you shouldn't.