As you may have gathered by reading my Cursed Table Caper blog posts (3/11 &3/18/18) I’m a fan of Noir. And when it comes to Noir, Raymond Chandler was a master, perhaps the master, and the man who made all other writers of the genre that much better––or envious. Chandler could toss one-liners like the ace on a baseball team tossed pitches––hard and fast. Here’s some of his best that I’ve read and now share with you. Enjoy! As always, thanks for stopping by.
–Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.
–The streets were dark with something more than night.
–When in doubt, have a man come through the door with a gun in his hand.
–A city ( Los Angeles) with all the personality of a paper cup.
–The corridor which led to it had a smell of old carpet and furniture oil, and the drab anonymity of a thousand shabby lives.
–The voice got as cool as a cafeteria dinner.
–On the dance floor, half a dozen couples were throwing themselves around with the reckless abandon of a night watchman with arthritis.
–She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket.
–From thirty feet away, she looked like a lot of class. From ten feet away, she looked like something made up to be seen from thirty feet away.
–It was a blond. A blond to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.
–She was as cute as a washtub.
–The girl slept on, motionless, in that curled-up looseness achieved by some women and all cats.
–“Please don’t get up,” she said in a voice like the stuff they use to line summer clouds with.
–She smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight.
–I’m an occasional drinker, the kind of guy who goes out for a beer and wakes up in Singapore with a full beard.
–Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl’s clothes off.
–He looked as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food.
–He had a battered face that looked as if it had been hit by everything but the bucket of a dragline.
–His smile was as stiff as a frozen fish.
–The kid’s face had as much expression as a cut of round steak, and was about the same color.
On Self (Marlowe):
–I was neat, clean, shaved, and sober and I didn’t care who knew it.
–I felt like an amputated leg.
–The detective must be a complete man and a common man, and yet an unusual man.