# Quote — Mickey Spillane, The Killing Man

> Some days hang over Manhattan like a huge pair of unseen pincers, slowly squeezing the city until you can hardly breathe. A low growl of thunder echoed up the cavern of Fifth Avenue and I looked up to where the sky started at the seventy-first floor of the Empire State Building. I could smell the rain. It was the kind that hung above the orderly piles of concrete until it was soaked with dust and debris and when it came down it wasn't rain at all but the sweat of the city.

- Author: [Mickey Spillane](https://www.leafyquotes.com/mickey-spillane.md)
- Book: [The Killing Man](https://www.leafyquotes.com/mickey-spillane/the-killing-man.md)
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- Quote page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/mickey-spillane/the-killing-man/some-days-hang

## More from this book

> On an ordinary day the corridor would have been filled with the early lunch crowd, but now the emptiness gave the place an eerie feeling, as though I were a trespasser and hidden eyes were watching me. Except that I was the only one there and the single sign of life was the light behind my office door.
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> I turned the knob, pushed it open and just stood there a second because something was wrong, sure as hell wrong, and the total silence was as loud as a wild scream. I had the .45 in my hand, crouched and edged to one side, listening, waiting, watching.

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