Twice. You
Trouble is my business, I said. How else would I make a nickel?
There are one hundred and ninety ways of being a bastard and Carne knew all of them.
There are no vital and significant forms of art; there is only art, and precious little of that. The growth of populations has in no way increased the amount; it has merely increased the adeptness wit...
There are days like that. Everybody you meet is a dope. You begin to look at yourself in the glass and wonder.
The subject was as easy to spot as a kangaroo in a dinner jacket
She’d make for a jazzy week-end, but she’d be wearing for a steady diet.
Maybe it's the TV commercials. They make you hate everything they try to sell. God, they must think the public is a halfwit. Every time some jerk in a white coat with a stethoscope hanging around his...
Los editores y otros deberían dejar de preocuparse por la pérdida de clientela que puede causarles la televisión. El tipo que puede soportar un trío de anuncios de desodorantes para mirar a Flashgun C...
Leave us do the thinking sweetheart. It takes equipment.
I’m a copper, he said. Just a plain ordinary copper. Reasonably honest. As honest as you could expect a man to be in a world where it’s out of style.
It seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in.
I smelled of gin. Not just casually, as if I had taken four or five drinks of a winter morning to get out of bed on, but as if the Pacific Ocean was pure gin and I had nosedived off the boat deck. The...
I needed a drink and was in a hurry to get one. I
I looked at the ornaments on the desk. Everything standard and all copper. A copper lamp, pen set and pencil tray, a glass and copper ashtray with a copper elephant on the rim, a copper letter opener,...
I looked at Spangler. He was leaning forward so far he was almost out of his chair. He looked as if he was going to jump. I couldn't think of any reason why he should jump, so I thought he must be exc...
Her eyes rounded. She was puzzled. She was thinking. I could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother to her.
He opened the rear door and I got in and sank down into the cushions and George slid under the wheel and started the big car. It moved away from the curb and around the corner with as much noise as a...
Go on home and knit socks, darling,
Ata që shpenzojnë paret e tyre për tu eksituar me mënyra të dorës së dytë, janë nevrikë si dukeshat që nuk e gjejnë dot banjën