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
Era como alguien que uno encuentra en un barco y llega a conocer muy bien aunque, al mismo tiempo, no lo conozca en absoluto. Se había ido de la misma forma que el pasajero que se despide en el muelle...
Sight and snapped a switch on his call box. ‘Have
When I left Merle was wearing a bungalow apron and rolling pie crust. She came to the door wiping her hands on the apron and kissed me on the mouth and began to cry and ran back into the house, leavin...
Tiré el diario a un rincón y encendí la TV. Después de la nauseabunda página de sociales, hasta los luchadores que aparecían en la pantalla parecían buenos. Lo cual probablemente era cierto. Sobre tod...
The pebbled glass door panel is lettered in flaked black paint: Philip Marlowe...Investigations. It is a reasonably shabby door at the end of a reasonably shabby corridor in the sort of building that...
That's the difference between crime and business. For business you gotta have capital. Sometimes I think it's the only difference.
Tall, aren't you?I didn't mean to be.
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 become a part of history, that bri...
She was wearing a brown tailor-made and from a strap over her shoulder hung one of those awkward-looking square bags that make you think of a Sister of Mercy taking first aid to the wounded.
No trial, no sensational headlines, no mud-slinging just to sell newspapers without the slightest regard for truth or fair play or for the feelings of innocent people.
I was as hollow and empty as the spaces between stars.
I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs. Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble. She was stretched out on a modernistic chaise-longue with her slippers off, so I stared at...
I lit a cigarette and dragged a smoking stand beside the chair. The minutes went by on tiptoe, with their fingers to their lips. I looked the place over. You can't tell anything about an outfit like t...
He explained civilization to me. I mean how it looks to him. He's going to let it go on a little while longer. But it better be careful and not interfere with his private life. If it does, he's apt to...
Guns never settle anything, I said. They are just a fast curtain to a bad second act
Do I have to be polite? I asked. Or can I just be natural?
A hard-boiled redhead sang a hard-boiled song in a voice that could have been used to split firewood (Guns at Cyrano's)