The Big Sleep
I'm very fond of Rusty. A big curly-headed Irishman from Clonmel, with sad eyes and a smile as wide as Wilshire Boulevard.
Raymond Chandler • The Big Sleep
"That's a funny name." She bit her lip and turned her head a little and looked at me along her eyes. Then she lowered her lashes until they almost cuddled her cheeks and slowly raised them again, like a theater curtain. I was to get to know that trick. That was supposed to make me roll over on my back with all four paws in the air.
Raymond Chandler • The Big Sleep
She approached me with enough sex appeal to stampede a business men's lunch and tilted her head to finger a stray, but not very stray, tendril of softly glowing hair.
Raymond Chandler • The Big Sleep
"Would you have a Ben Hur, 1860, Third Edition, the one with the duplicated line on page 116?"
Raymond Chandler • The Big Sleep
wiped off the palms of my hands and turned it around. It was addressed to General Guy Sternwood, 3765 Alta Brea Crescent; West Hollywood, California.
Raymond Chandler • The Big Sleep
It was too early in the fall for that kind of rain. I struggled into a trench coat and made a dash for the nearest drugstore and bought myself a pint of whiskey. Back in the car I used enough of it to keep warm and interested.