And the rain blew in under the porch, not as cold as her lips.
There are no vital and significant forms of art; there is only art, and precious little of that.
The law is where you buy it and what you pay for it.
You're broke, eh?I been shaking two nickels together for a month, trying to get them to mate.
His blue eyes frosted. 'Are you attempting to tell me my duties, sir?''No. But I'm having a lot of fun trying to guess what they are.
A few locks of dry white hair clung to his scalp, like wild flowers fighting for life on a bare rock.
It is not a fragrant world.
Redheads, don't jump, Tony. They hang on-and wither. (I'll Be Waiting)
I'm a very smart guy. I haven't a feeling or a scruple in the world. All I have the itch for is money. I am so money greedy that for twenty-five bucks a day and expenses, mostly gasoline and whiskey,...
The champ may have lost his stuff temporarily or permanently he can't be sure. When he can no longer throw his high hard one he throws his heart instead. He throws something. He just doesn't walk of...
There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights...
I looked down at the chessboard. The move with the knight was wrong. I put it back where I had moved it from. Knights had no meaning in this game. It wasn't a game for knights.
Eddie Mars would have been very unlikely to involve himself in a double murder just because another man had gone to town with the blonde he was not even living with. It might have annoyed him, but bus...
It was a smooth silvery voice that matched her hair. It had a tiny tinkle in it, like bells in a doll's house. I thought that was silly as soon as I thought of it.
Fejezzük be ezt a beszélgetést. Túlságosan sok benne a felkiáltójel.
Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off.
When I got home I mixed a stiff one and stood by the open window in the living room and sipped it and listened to the groundswell of traffic on Laurel Canyon Boulevard and looked at the glare of the b...
I'm part Chinese, part Hawaiian, part Filipino, and part nigger. You'd hate to be me
I went back to my car again and sat and sat. The top dripped on my knees and my stomach burned from the whiskey. No more cars came up the hill. No lights went on in the house before which I was parked...
If I wasn’t hard, I wouldn’t be alive. If I couldn’t ever be gentle, I wouldn’t deserve to be alive.