ad77b98
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Kindness and a caring mind are two separate qualities. Kindness is manners. It is superficial custom, an acquired practice. Not so the mind. The mind is deeper, stronger, and, I believe, it is far more inconstant.
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world
hard-boiled
wonderland
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Haruki Murakami |
c4baec4
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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.
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santa-anas
hard-boiled
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Raymond Chandler |
c22beb9
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She knew how much I needed her. And now she was teasing, playing games. I looked at her and watched her turn into a sex symbol in front of my eyes. She did not look sweet and virginal and lovely anymore. I looked at the very simple summer dress and saw breasts and belly and hips. I looked at her eyes and saw lust as naked as my own.
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hard-boiled
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Lawrence Block |
adb49e6
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I thought about the screws and their happiness. Maybe they were glad to be free of the eggbeater, to be independent screws, to luxuriate on white trays. It did feel good to see them happy.
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world
hard-boiled
wonderland
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Haruki Murakami |
1efa5ac
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I wouldn't say she looked exactly wistful, but neither did she look as hard to get as a controlling interest in General Motors
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hard-boiled
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Raymond Chandler |
fb57e1e
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Walter Kaylin was great! He was outrageous, he just carried it off. He'd have this one guy killing a thousand other guys. Then they beat him into the ground, you think he's dead, but he rises up again and kills another thousand guys.
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walter-kaylin
hard-boiled
men-s-adventure
pulp-fiction
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Mario Puzo |
b4f9045
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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 came the smell of food and cigarette smoke and perspiration. The balcony was high and the scene down below had a patterned look, like an overhead camera shot. (Nevada Gas)
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hard-boiled
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Raymond Chandler |
f7f5ffb
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She was quite a doll. She wore a white belted raincoat, no hat, a well-cherished head of platinum hair, booties to match the raincoat, a folding plastic umbrella, a pair of blue-gray eyes that looked at me as if I had said a dirty word. I helped her off with her raincoat. She smelled very nice. She had a pair of legs - so far as I could determine - that were not painful to look at. She wore night sheer stockings. I stared at them rather intently, especially when she crossed her legs and held out a cigarette to be lighted
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hard-boiled
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Raymond Chandler |
bba30dd
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I opened the other envelope. It contained a photograph of a girl. The pose suggested a natural ease, or a lot of experience in being photographed. It showed darkish hair which might possibly have been red, a wide clear forehead, serious eyes, high cheekbones, nervous nostrils and a mouth which was not giving anything away. It was a fine-drawn, almost a taut face, and not a happy one
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hard-boiled
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Raymond Chandler |
caebd80
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I needed a drink. I needed a lot of life insurance. I needed a vacation. What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun.
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writing
inspirational
hard-boiled
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Raymond Chandler |
bbf3f8d
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His belly was flabby, and it got softer every time I hit it. I hit it often.
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hard-boiled
pulp
noir
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Carroll John Daly |
ac12532
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And there are still a number of people around who say that Hammett didn't write detective stories at all-merely hard-boiled chronicles of mean streets with a perfunctory mystery element dropped in like the olive in a martini. (The Simple Art of Murder)
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hard-boiled
detective-stories
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Raymond Chandler |
1255f52
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I said: 'All right, talk, but do you mind putting the gun away? My wife doesn't care, but I'm pregnant.
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hard-boiled
noir
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Dashiell Hammett |