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I guess you can snap her garter any time you want to, without much of a struggle. But there's one thing you can be sure of--you're a late comer to the show.
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An alcoholic, a real alcoholic, is not the same man at all. You can't predict anything about him for sure except that he will be someone you never met before. Light
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Raymond Chandler |
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Uh-huh. Could be,' I said. It was a spot for a paragraph of lucid prose. Henry Clarendon IV would have obliged. I didn't have a damn thing more to say.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Gano muchisima pasta. Tengo que ganar muchisima pasta para untar a los tipos a los que tengo que untar para ganar muchisima pasta y untar asi a los tipos que tengo que untar.
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ironic
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Raymond Chandler |
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Ata qe shpenzojne paret e tyre per tu eksituar me menyra te dores se dyte, jane nevrike si dukeshat qe nuk e gjejne dot banjen
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Raymond Chandler |
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The law is where you buy it and what you pay for it.
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law
privilege
wealth
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Raymond Chandler |
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Twenty-four hours a day somebody is running, somebody else is trying to catch him. Out there in the night of a thousand crimes people were dying, being maimed, cut by flying class, crushed against steering wheels or under heavy tires. People were being beaten, robbed, strangled, raped, and murdered. People were hungry, sick; bored, desperate with loneliness or remorse or fear, angry, cruel feverish, shaken by sobs. A city no worse than othe..
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Raymond Chandler |
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92fd617
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Do I have to be polite?" I asked. "Or can I just be natural?"
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Raymond Chandler |
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It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained glass window. She was wearing street clothes that looked black and white, and a hat to match and she was a little haughty, but not too much. Whatever you needed, wherever you happened to be--she had it.
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Raymond Chandler |
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If I wasn't hard, I wouldn't be alive. If I couldn't ever be gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be alive." I"
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Raymond Chandler |
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You like it in jail? It's not too bad. You don't meet the best people, but who the hell wants to?
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Raymond Chandler |
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You like it in jail?" "It's not too bad. You don't meet the best people, but who the hell wants to?"
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Raymond Chandler |
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The big man leaned down from his hips and bent his knees a little and breathed in my face. 'What for did you call me Hemingway, pally?' 'There are ladies present.
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Raymond Chandler |
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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.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Javonen smiled - very slightly. Call it a down payment on a smile.
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Raymond Chandler |
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d57f589
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You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell.
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Raymond Chandler |
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I'm a lone wolf, unmarried...and not rich....I like liquor and women and chess and a few other things. The cops don't like me too well, but I know a couple I get along with. I'm a native son, born in Santa Rosa, both parents dead, no brothers and sisters, and when I get knocked off in a dark alley sometime, if it happens...nobody will feel that the bottom has dropped out of his or her life.
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Raymond Chandler |
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6352960
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Sit down and rest your sex appeal.
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Raymond Chandler |
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spring rustling in the air, like a paper bag blowing along a concrete sidewalk.
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Raymond Chandler |
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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.
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Raymond Chandler |
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What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that.
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Raymond Chandler |
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I went out to the kitchen to make coffee--yards of coffee. Rich, strong, bitter, boiling hot, ruthless, depraved. The lifeblood of tired men.
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Raymond Chandler |
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If the mystery novel is at all realistic (which it very seldom is) it is written in a certain spirit of detachment; otherwise nobody but a psychopath would want to write it or read it.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Doctors are just people, born to sorrow, fighting the long grim fight like the rest of us.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Hemingway says somewhere that the good writer competes only with the dead.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Wherever I went, whatever I did, this was what I would come back to. A blank wall in a meaningless room in a meaningless house.
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Raymond Chandler |
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On a dance floor half a dozen couples were throwing themselves around with the reckless abandon of a night watchman with arthritis.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Don't kid yourself. You're a dirty low-down detective. Kiss me.
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Raymond Chandler |
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What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that... On the way downtown I stopped at a bar and had a couple of double Scotches. They didn't do me any good. All they did was make me think of Silver-Wig, and I never saw her again.
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loss
wistfulness
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Raymond Chandler |
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mat. A case of false teeth hung on the mustard-colored wall like a fuse box in a screen porch.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Ich blickte den Revolver an, und der Revolver blickte mich an.
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Raymond Chandler |
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He would be like that for the rest of his life and that is what his life was. You would never know how he got that way because even if he told you it would not be the truth. At the very best a distorted memory of the truth as he knew it. There is a sad man like that in every quiet bar in the world.
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Raymond Chandler |
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and the rain blew in under the porch, not as cold as her lips.
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Raymond Chandler |
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I don't mind if you don't like my manners. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings
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Raymond Chandler |
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Her hair by daylight was pure auburn and on it she wore a hat with a crown the size of a whiskey glass and a brim you could have wrapped the week's laundry in. She wore it at an angle of approximately forty-five degrees, so that the edge of the brim just missed her shoulder. In spite of that it looked smart. Perhaps because of that. She
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Raymond Chandler |
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The plants filled the place, a forest of them, with nasty meaty leaves and stalks like the newly washed fingers of dead men. They smelled as overpowering as boiling alcohol under a blanket.
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Raymond Chandler |
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I walked along to the double doors and stood in front of them. They were motionless now. It wasn't any of my business. So I pushed them open and looked in.
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Raymond Chandler |
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The customer was middle-aged, handsomely dressed, and drunk. He wanted to talk and he couldn't have stopped even if he hadn't really wanted to talk. He was polite and friendly and when I heard him he didn't seem to slur his words much, but you knew that he got up on the bottle and only let go of it when he fell asleep at night. He would be like that for the rest of his life and that was what his life was. You would never know how he got tha..
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Raymond Chandler |
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If God were omnipresent and omniscient in any literal sense, he wouldn't have bothered to make the universe at all. There is no success where there is no possibility of failure, no art without the resistance of the medium.
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Raymond Chandler |
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She had weedy hair of that vague colour which is neither brown nor blond, that hasn't enough life in it to be ginger, and isn't clean enough to be grey.
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Raymond Chandler |
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I set out the chess board. I filled a pipe, paraded the chessmen, and inspected them for French shaves and loose buttons, and played a championship tournament game between Gortcha-koff and Meninkin, seventy-two moves to a draw, a prize specimen of the irresistible force meeting the immovable object, a battle without armour, a war without blood, and as elaborate a waste of human intelligence as you could find anywhere outside an advertising ..
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Raymond Chandler |
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The muzzle of the Luger looked like the mouth of the Second Street tunnel, but I didn't move. Not being bullet proof is an idea I had had to get used to.
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Raymond Chandler |
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The first time we met I told you I was a detective. Get it through your lovely head. I work at it, lady. I don't play at it.
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questioning
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Raymond Chandler |
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Hemingway dice en alguna parte que el buen escritor compite unicamente con los muertos.
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Raymond Chandler |