The Other Side of Midnight

Her need of him was now gone; all that held her to him was a whim, and he lived in constant dread of the day she would leave him.

Men mold some cities, some cities mold men

It was a fierce and urgent longing to be recognized, to lift herself above the billions of people who teemed the earth, so everyone would know who she was,

And that, of course, was what she wanted more than anything in the world: to be something special, to be Somebody, to be Remembered,

Anna, a middle-aged, ugly, bitter woman of peasant stock, had ordered him to keep away from the airport and stay in the background so that he could not be blamed if anything went wrong. Melina, his sweet, beautiful young angel, had advised him to greet the dignitaries. She agreed with him that an event like this could catapult him into instant fame. If Skouri handled this well, at the very least he would get a raise in salary andGod willingmight even be made Commissioner of Police when the present Commissioner retired. For the hundredth time Skouri reflected on the irony that Melina was his wife and Anna was his mistress, and he wondered again where he had gone wrong.

rare to find a man who loves his work. Almost invariably when you find such a man, he is a success.”

The world was a market-place, and people were either buyers or sellers.

To be very successful, you need enemies

A thousand times more crimes have been committed in the name of love than in the name of hate.”

The bellboy had put her suitcases down and Larry tipped him. “Parapolee,” the boy said.