Authenticity is boring, credibility is important
Anybody home, son? You ought to know. How would I know? Go — yourself. That’s how people get false teeth. He showed me his in a tight grin.
A man who drinks too much on occasion is still the same man as he was sober. An alcoholic, a real alcoholic, is not the same man at all. You can't predict anything about him for sure except that he wi...
Television is just one more facet of that considerable segment of our society that never had any standard but the soft buck.
اگر یه مرد سالم دعا کند، نشانهی ایمان است. ولی وقتی یک مرد مریض دعا کند فقط ترسیده.
You have to hold your teeth clamped around Hollywood to keep from chewing on stray blondes.
You lied to him and you drank your cyanide like a little gentleman. You died like a poisoned rat, Harry, but you’re no rat to me.
You know who they are? Tony said softly. I could maybe give nine guesses. And twelve of them would be right. (I'll be waiting)
You can crab over the morning paper and kick the shins of the guy in the next seat at the movies and feel mean and discouraged and sneer at the politicians but there are a lot of nice people in the wo...
Whoever had done it had meant business. Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.
The room was empty. It was full of silence and the memory of a nice perfume.
The muzzle of the Luger looked like the mouth of the Second Street tunnel, but I didn’t move. Not being bullet proof is an idea I had had to get used to.
Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains. You’re the second guy I’ve met within hours who seems to think a gat in the hand means a world by the tail.
She wore a steel gray business suit and under the jacket a dark blue shirt and a man's tie of lighter shade. The edges of the folded handkerchief in the breast pocket looked sharp enough to slice brea...
She was staring after me with an expression she probably would have said was thoughtful.
She had that fine-drawn intense look that is sometimes neurotic, sometimes sex-hungry, and sometimes just the result of drastic dieting. I
She approached me with enough sex appeal to stampede a businessmen’s lunch
On the smooth brown hair was a hat that had been taken from its mother too young.
Mr. Cobb was my escort, she said. Such a nice escort, Mr. Cobb. So attentive. You should see him sober. I should see him sober. Somebody should see him sober. I mean, just for the record. So it could...
It’s so hard for women – even nice women – to realize that their bodies are not irresistible.