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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7914aca | Putting it simply, STL is the result of a bacterial infection. | Alexander Stepanov | ||
| 0661e77 | Fuck what shit, could not interest less. | Alexander Stubb | ||
| 1ab8bbe | One cannot think that blind bravery gives victory over the enemy. | Alexander Suvorov | ||
| c45c497 | The bullet is a fool, the bayonet is a fine chap. | Alexander Suvorov | ||
| 36d2ba1 | Hillel | Mark Kurlansky | ||
| 27251cf | The bullet is a mad thing; only the bayonet knows what it is about. | Alexander Suvorov | ||
| 4284ef5 | 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. | loss wistfulness | Raymond Chandler | |
| 6a2990a | mat. A case of false teeth hung on the mustard-colored wall like a fuse box in a screen porch. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| c043c76 | Ich blickte den Revolver an, und der Revolver blickte mich an. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| 5cc2e3f | 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. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| 53aeaa1 | and the rain blew in under the porch, not as cold as her lips. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| 57ef56f | I don't mind if you don't like my manners. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings | Raymond Chandler | ||
| cda9411 | 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 | Raymond Chandler | ||
| 657bd31 | man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. Raymond Chandler, The | Terry Hayes | ||
| a9237b2 | 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. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| 9ed5872 | 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. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| 026033b | 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.. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| db9b580 | 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. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| a1016dc | 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. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| 711c9ce | Raymond Chandler," said Hepplethwaite with a sly grin. "General Sternwood at the beginning of The Big Sleep. One of my favorite films. Bogey as Philip Marlowe. Must have seen it about twenty times. Know it by heart." | Peter Robinson | ||
| 5df5777 | What would you like to read tonight?" he says. This too has become routine. So far I've been through a Mademoiselle magazine, an old Esquire from the eighties, a Ms., a magazine I can remember vaguely as having been around my mother's various apartments while I was growing up, and a Reader's Digest. He even has novels. I've read a Raymond Chandler, and right now I'm halfway through Hard Times, by Charles Dickens. On these occasions I read q.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 4e0f211 | I think my favorite weapon is a twenty-dollar bill. --Raymond Chandler The | Garson O'Toole | ||
| eb01b35 | 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 .. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| c1974ab | 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. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| a6e8989 | 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. | questioning | Raymond Chandler | |
| 21d7338 | Hemingway dice en alguna parte que el buen escritor compite unicamente con los muertos. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| b38cb53 | I needed a drink and was in a hurry to get one. I | Raymond Chandler | ||
| b051c52 | Intentan ser honestos, pero la honestidad es un arte. El mal escritor es deshonesto sin saberlo, y el escritor mas o menos bueno puede que sea deshonesto porque no sabe sobre que ser honesto. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| fd4ce79 | 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. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me, | Raymond Chandler | ||
| d77530c | He had a sort of dry musty smell, like a fairly clean Chinaman. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| 7223021 | Trouble is my business," I said. "How else would I make a nickel?" | Raymond Chandler | ||
| b0b31a2 | La primera sensacion fue que, si alguien me renia, yo me echaria a llorar. La segunda, que la habitacion era demasiado pequena para mi cabeza. Sentia la frente muy lejos de la nuca, y los lados enormemente distantes el uno del otro, a pesar de lo cual un sordo latido pasaba de una sien a otra. Las distancias no significan nada hoy en dia. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| 640b658 | Her hand was small and had shape, not the usual bony garden tool you see on women nowadays. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| c6eaef4 | I thought about a line from Raymond Chandler in The Long Goodbye that I always remembered--and it somehow seemed to fit both of us. "There is no trap so deadly as the one you set for yourself." | R. G. Belsky | ||
| 24ead5c | He's just a lost dog," she added with a cool smile. "Perhaps you can find a home for him. He's housebroken--more or less." And" | Raymond Chandler | ||
| 799dcee | Lois Magic was not listed in the phone book. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| 21bb799 | Raymond Chandler's first novel came out at 51. | James Altucher | ||
| bd1ec10 | I called him up from a phone booth. The voice that answered was fat. It wheezed softly, like the voice of a man who had just won a pie-eating contest. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| 68f6bff | 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. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| 1b92ade | She was a tall, seedy, sad-eyed blonde who had once been a policewoman and had lost her job when she married a cheap little check bouncer named Johnny Horne, to reform him. She hadn't reformed him, but she was waiting for him to come out so she could try again. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| a265097 | 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.. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| 09b4b62 | American girls are terrific. American wives take too damn much territory. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| 3753735 | So you shoot people," she said quietly. "You're a killer." "Me? How?" "The papers and the police fixed it up nicely. But I don't believe everything I read." "Oh, you think I accounted for Geiger - or Brody-or both of them." She didn't say anything. "I didn't have to," I said. "I might have. I suppose, and got away with it. Neither of them would have hesitated to throw lead at." "That makes you a killer at heart, like all cops." "Oh, nuts." | detective-novel murder noir-style | Raymond Chandler | |
| ab69d9c | This was more like it, a narrowed cluttered little shop stacked with books from floor to ceiling and four or five browsers taking their time- putting thumb marks on the new jackets. Nobody paid any attention to them. | Raymond Chandler |