He would be like that for the rest of his life and that is what his life was. You would never know how he got that way because even if he told you it would not be the truth. At the very best a distort...
He snorted and hit me in the solar plexus. I bent over and took hold of the room with both hands and spun it. When I had it nicely spinning I gave it a full swing and hit myself on the back of the hea...
He had a sort of dry musty smell, like a fairly clean Chinaman.
Hair like steel wool grew far back on his head and gave him a domed brown forehead that might at careless glance seemed a dwelling place for brains.
From thirty feet away she looked like a lot of class. From ten feet away she looked like something made up to be seen from thirty feet away.
From thirty feet away she looked like a lot of class. From ten feet away she looked like something made up to be seen from thirty feet away. Her mouth was too wide, her eyes
Dont get fancy, buster. I might loosen your jaw for you.Ha, ha, I said. You might play centre field for the Yankees and hit a home run with a breadstick.
American girls are terrific. American wives take too damn much territory.
After a moment I pushed my chair back and went over to the french windows. I opened the screens and stepped out on to the porch. The night was all around, soft and quiet. The white moonlight was cold...
A man who indulges in parenthood for the first time at the age of fifty-four deserves all he gets.
The colour of her hair was dusky red, like a fire under control but still dangerous.
Spring rustling in the air, like a paper bag blowing along a concrete sidewalk.
Seventy-two moves to a draw, a prize specimen of the irresistible force meeting the immovable object, a battle without armor, a war without blood, and as elaborate a waste of human intelligence as you...
You can have a hangover from other things than alcohol. I had one from women. Women made me sick.
Well, all he did was kill a Negro, I said. I guess that’s only a misdemeanor.
Una tipa que sonaba a borracha perdida cantaba ''Frankie and Johnny'' en versión marinera, con una voz que ni el whisky había logrado mejorar.
They don't have gangsters in Bay City. They're all working in pictures.
There was nothing to it. The Super Chief was on time, as it almost always is, and the subject was as easy to spot as a kangaroo in a dinner jacket.
There was a time when actors went in at the back door. Most of them still should.
The living room was still dark, because of the heavy growth of the shrubbery the owner had allowed to mask the windows. I put a lamp on and mooched a cigarette. I lit it. I stared down at him. I rumpl...