Quotes

I write in a sort of broken-down patois

30 August 2014

By the way, would you convey my compliments to the purist who reads your proofs and tell him or her that I write in a sort of broken-down patois which is something like the way a Swiss waiter talks, and that when I split an infinitive, God damn it, I split it so it will remain split, and when I interrupt the velvety smoothness of my more or less literate syntax with a few sudden words of barroom vernacular, this is done with the eyes wide open and the mind relaxed and attentive. The method may not be perfect, but it is all I have.

Raymond Chandler

A few locks of dry white hair clung

29 August 2014

A few locks of dry white hair clung to his scalp, like wild flowers fighting for life on a bare rock.

Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep

I called him from a phone booth

28 August 2014

I called him 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

I was wearing my powder-blue suit

27 August 2014

It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was wearing my powder-blue suit, with dark blue shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks with dark little clocks on them. I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn’t care who knew it. I was everything the well-dressed private detective ought to be. I was calling on four million dollars.

Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep

He had a battered face

26 August 2014

He had a battered face that looked as if it had been hit by everything but the bucket of a dragline. It was scarred, flattened, thickened, checkered, and welted. It was a face that had nothing to fear. Everything had been done to it that anybody could think of.

Raymond Chandler, Farewell My Lovely

I needed a drink

25 August 2014

I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life insurance, I needed a vacation, I needed a home in the country. What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun. I put them on and went out of the room.

Raymond Chandler, Farewell My Lovely

Even on Central Avenue

24 August 2014

Even on Central Avenue, not the quietest dressed street in the world, he looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food.

Raymond Chandler, Farewell My Lovely

She had a lot of face and chin

23 August 2014

She had a lot of face and chin. She had pewter-colored hair set in a ruthless permanent, a hard beak, and large moist eyes with the sympathetic expression of wet stones.

Raymond Chandler, The High Window

The writer faces a peculiar moral dilemma

22 August 2014

The writer faces a peculiar moral dilemma in these days (probably always faced it in some form). In an age which really has only one yardstick, money, he is supposed, if he’s any good, to make a vow of poverty. If he makes any money he is automatically a corruptionist.

Raymond Chandler and thanks to Tina for the tip.

Curl his lip

22 August 2014

He didn’t curl his lip because it had been curled when he came in.

Raymond Chandler, The High Window

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