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“Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep

“Life is a bucket of shit with a barbed wire handle.”
― Jim Thompson

“The rain fell like dead bullets.”
― Scott Nicholson

“It probably started in poetry; almost everything does.”
― Raymond Chandler

“It’s a case of mistaken identity. It’s one big mistake. You weren’t even in the country when it happened.”

Maja in the short story 'Metro' by Steen Langstrup”
― Steen Langstrup, Metro

“She was blond as hell, wearing a lot of black.”
― Kenneth Fearing, The Big Clock

“It's not always to the benefit of the story to have it so preordained.”
― Daniel Woodrell

“Don't make a career out of underestimating me." — Claire de Haven”
― James Ellroy, The Big Nowhere

“Nobody lives forever, nobody stays young long enough. My past seemed like so much excess baggage, my future a series of long goodbyes, my present an empty flask, the last good drink already bitter on my tongue. She still loved Trahearne, still maintained her secret fidelity as if it were a miniature Japanese pine, as tiny and perfect as a porcelain cup, lost in the dark and tangled corner of a once-formal garden gone finally to seed.”
― James Crumley, The Last Good Kiss

“You ever f**k Susan here?” she said, her face almost touching mine.
“I’m impressed,” I said. “The question is intrusive, annoying, coarse, and voyeuristic. That’s quite a lot to get into a simple question.”
― Robert B. Parker, Hush Money

“His voice was the elaborately casual voice of the tough guy in pictures. Pictures have made them all like that.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep and Other Novels

“The evening stretches out against the sky, I thought. Like a patient etherized upon a table. I grinned to myself. Live fast, die young, and have a literate corpse.”
― Robert B. Parker, Walking Shadow

“Because I love you,” I said. “Because you are in my life like the music at the edge of silence.”
― Robert B. Parker, Crimson Joy

“Candy nodded absently.
“Okay,” she said. “What shall I wear?”
“A gun,” I said.”
― Robert B. Parker, A Savage Place