So is he gonna wake up from that nap yet or what?
Rain filled the gutters and splashed knee-high off the sidewalk. Big cops in slickers that shone like gun barrels had a lot of fun carrying giggling girls across the bad places. The rain drummed hard...
Pero siempre me gustan los libros equivocados. Y las películas equivocadas. Y la gente equivocada.
Maybe I can quit drinking one of these days. They all say that, don't they?It takes about three years.Three years? He looked shocked. Usually it does. It's a different world. You have to get used to a...
I'm an occasional drinker, the kind of guy who goes out for a beer and wakes up in Singapore with a full beard.
I was in the deep water. It was dark and unclear and the taste of the salt was in my mouth.
I like smooth shiny girls, hardboiled and loaded with sin.
I don’t like drunks in the first place and in the second place I don’t like them getting drunk in here, and in the third place I don’t like them in the first place.
His clothes looked as if they had cost a great deal of money and had been slept in. (Guns at Cyrano's)
Her voice was a throaty screech, without melody, as false as her eyebrows and as sharp as her nails. (The King in Yellow)
Her voice froze on the second word, like a feather taking off in a sudden draft. Then it cooed and hovered and soared and eddied and the silent invitation of a smile picked delicately at the corners o...
He said: Go —— yourself.
He reached for the card without excitement, read it, turned it over and read the back with as much care as the front. There was nothing on the back to read.
Everything written with vitality expresses that vitality; there are no dull subjects, only dull minds.
Don't be a hero, young man. There's no percentage in it.
But down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. The detective in this kind of story must be such a man. He is the hero; he is everything. He mus...
Tsk, tsk, I said, not moving at all. 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. Put i...
They are what human beings turn into when they trade life for existence and ambition for security.
Then she lowered her lashes until they almost cuddled her cheeks and slowly raised them again, like a theater curtain. I was to get to know that trick. That was supposed to make me roll over on my bac...
Their constant yelping about a free press means, with a few honorable exceptions, freedom to peddle scandal, crime, sex, sensationalism, hate, innuendo, and the political and financial uses of propaga...