The keynote of American civilization is a sort of warm-hearted vulgarity. The Americans have none of the irony of the English, none of their cool poise, none of their manner. But they do have friendliness. Where an Englishman would give you his card, an American would very likely give you his shirt.

At least half the mystery novels published violate the law that the solution, once revealed, must seem to be inevitable.

To say goodbye is to die a little.

Throw up into your typewriter every morning. Clean up every noon.

When I left Merle was wearing a bungalow apron and rolling pie crust. She came to the door wiping her hands on the apron and kissed me on the mouth and began to cry and ran back into the house, leaving the doorway empty [...] I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again. (p. 262)

I like smooth shiny girls, hardboiled and loaded with sin.

If you liked a book, don't meet the author