The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler

'I never saw any of them again—except the cops. No way has yet been invented to say goodbye to them."

Farewell My Lovely by Raymond Chandler

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It was a face that had nothing to fear. Everything had been done to it that anybody could think of.

The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler

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Your husband is a guy who can take a long hard look at himself and see what is there. It’s not a very common gift. Most people go through life using up half their energy trying to protect a dignity they never had.

The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler

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"I’m rich. Who the hell wants to be happy?"

The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler

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I’m not too fussy about cars, but the damn thing did make my mouth water a little.

The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler

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His face now had a little color and the eyes were not so far back in his head that you had to grope for them.

The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler

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The girl gave him a look which ought to have stuck at least four inches out of his back. It didn’t bother him enough to give him the shakes. At The Dancers they get the sort of people that disillusion you about what a lot of golfing money can do for the personality.

The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler

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The first time I laid eyes on Terry Lennox he was drunk in a Rolls-Royce Silver Wraith outside the terrace of The Dancers. The parking lot attendant had brought the car out and he was still holding the door open because Terry Lennox’s left foot was still dangling outside, as if he had forgotten he had one. He had a young-looking face but his hair was bone white. You could tell by his eyes that he was plastered to the hairline, but otherwise he looked like any other nice young guy in a dinner jacket who had been spending too much money in a joint that exists for that purpose and for no other.

Murder, My Sweet by Raymond Chandler

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She was a charming middle-aged lady with a face like a bucket of mud. I gave her a drink. She was a gal who'd take a drink if she had to know you down to get to it.

Lady in the Lake by Raymond Chandler

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"I don't like your manner."
"I'm not selling it."

The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler

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My, my. Such a lot of guns around and so few brains.

The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler

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I don't mind if you don't like my manners. I don't like them myself. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them on long winter evenings.

The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler

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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 blue clocks on them. I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn't care who knew it.

Farewell, My Lovely by Raymond Chandler

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I told him what had happened at Florian's and why. He stared at me solemnly and shook his bald head.

"A nice quiet place Sam run too," he said. "Ain't nobody been knifed there in a month."