They went along a balcony that looked down over the dining room and the dance floor. The lisp of hot jazz came up to them from the lithe, swaying bodies of a high-yaller band. With the lisp of jazz ca...
The law is where you buy it and what you pay for it.
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.
A few locks of dry white hair clung to his scalp, like wild flowers fighting for life on a bare rock.
Redheads, don't jump, Tony. They hang on-and wither. (I'll Be Waiting)
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...
Then Malloy took the gun away from whoever did it.
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.
You're broke, eh?I been shaking two nickels together for a month, trying to get them to mate.
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.
Fejezzük be ezt a beszélgetést. Túlságosan sok benne a felkiáltójel.
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.
I'm not a young man. I'm old, tired and full of no coffee.
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,...
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...
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.
The wet air was as cold as the ashes of love.
Throw up into your typewriter every morning. Clean up every noon.