I knew one thing: as soon as anyone said you didn't need a gun, you'd better take one along that worked.
She jerked away from me like a startled fawn might, if I had a startled fawn and it jerked away from me.
She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket.
Down these mean streets a man must go who is neither tarnished nor afraid
When I split an infinitive, God damn it, I split it so it stays split.
When in doubt, have a man come through the door with a gun in his hand.
I regard psychiatry as fifty percent bunk, thirty percent fraud, ten percent parrot talk, and the remaining ten percent just a fancy lingo for the common sense we have had for hundreds and perhaps thousands of years, if we ever had the guts to read.
To say goodbye is to die a little.
She lowered her lashes until they almost cuddled her cheeks and slowly raised them again, like a theatre curtain. I was to get to know that trick. That was supposed to make me roll over on my back with all four paws in the air.
The French have a phrase for it. The bastards have a phrase for everything and they are always right. To say goodbye is to die a little.
Throw up into your typewriter every morning. Clean up every noon.
The streets were dark with something more then night.
I hung up. It was a good start, but it didn’t go far enough. I ought to have locked the door and hidden under the desk.
The character that lasts is an ordinary guy with some extraordinary qualities.
Nice: meaning I'm going to be dating leather-wearing alcoholics and complaining about them - to you.
Police business is a hell of a problem. It's a good deal like politics. It asks for the highest type of men, and there's nothing in it to attract the highest type of men.
There was a sad fellow over on a bar stool talking to the bartender, who was polishing a glass and listening with that plastic smile people wear when they are trying not to scream.
Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.
I always find what I want. But when I find it, I don't want it any more.
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 like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.
A writer who is afraid to overreach himself is as useless as a general who is afraid to be wrong.
Woe, woe, woe... in a little while we shall all be dead. Therefore let us behave as though we were dead already.
As honest as you could expect a man to be in a world where it's out of style.
There is no bad whiskey. There are only some whiskeys that aren't as good as others.
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.
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