Noir Quotes

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

Jim Thompson
“Life is a bucket of shit with a barbed wire handle.”
Jim Thompson
tags: noir

Raymond Chandler
“He was a guy who talked with commas, like a heavy novel. Over the phone anyway.”
Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye

Raymond Chandler
“You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that, oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me, I was part of the nastiness now. Far more a part of it than Rusty Regan was.”
Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep

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

Dennis Lehane
“In Greek tragedy, they fall from great heights. In noir, they fall from the curb.”
Dennis Lehane
tags: noir

Raymond Chandler
“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.”
Raymond Chandler, The High Window

Richard Stark
“If you leave me here," the guy on the floor said, "he'll kill me tomorrow morning."
Parker looked at him. "So you've still got tonight," he said.”
Richard Stark, Dirty Money

Raymond Chandler
“The coffee shop smell was strong enough to build a garage on.”
Raymond Chandler, Farewell, My Lovely

Dashiell Hammett
“The face she made at me was probably meant for a smile. Whatever it was, it beat me. I was afraid she'd do it again, so I surrendered”
Dashiell Hammett, The Continental Op
tags: noir, wry

Raymond Chandler
“It was a cool day and very clear. You could see a long way-but not as far as Velma had gone.”
Raymond Chandler, Farewell, My Lovely

Michael Chabon
“Bina, thank you. Bina, listen, this guy. His name wasn't Lasker. This guy-'

She puts a hand to his mouth. She has not touched him in three years. It probably would be too much to say that he feels the darkness lift at the touch of her fingertips against his lips. But it shivers, and light bleeds in among the cracks.”
Michael Chabon, The Yiddish Policemen's Union

James J. Caterino
“Ever since I could remember, She was all that mattered.”
James J. Caterino, She

Cornell Woolrich
“It's hard to say goodbye for good at any time or any place. It's harder still to say it through a meshed wire. It crisscrossed his face into little diagonals, gave me only little broken-up molecules of it at a time. It stenciled a cold, rigid frame around every kiss.”
Cornell Woolrich, The Black Angel

Catherynne M. Valente
“Because noir isn’t really a new thing at all. It’s just a fairy tale with guns. Your hardscrabble detective is nothing more than a noble knight with a cigarette and a disease where his heart should be. He talks prettier, that’s all. He’s no less idealistic—there’re good women and bad women, good jobs and bad jobs. Justice and truth are always worth seeking. He pulls his fedora down like the visor on a suit of armour. He serves his lord faithfully whether he wants to or not. And he is in thrall to the idea of a woman. It’s just that in detective stories, women are usually dead before the curtain goes up. In fairy tales, they’re usually alive.”
Catherynne M. Valente, Radiance
tags: noir

Raymond Chandler
“It probably started in poetry; almost everything does.”
Raymond Chandler
tags: noir

Richard Brautigan
“Somebody should have taken him to a stationary store and pointed out the difference between an envelope and a whore.”
Richard Brautigan, در رؤیای بابل

James M. Cain
“I ripped all her clothes off. She twisted and turned, slow, so they would slip out from under her. Then she closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow. Her hair was falling over her shoulders in snaky curls. Her eye was all black, and her breasts weren’t drawn up and pointing up at me, but soft, and spread out in two big pink splotches. She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money’s worth that night.”
James M. Cain, The Postman Always Rings Twice

Laurie Stevens
“The finest thing in the world is knowing how to belong to oneself.
Michel de Montaigne”
Laurie Stevens, The Dark Before Dawn

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

Dashiell Hammett
“So that's the way you scientific detectives work. My god! for a fat, middle-aged, hard-boiled, pig-headed guy, you've got the vaguest way of doing things I ever heard of.”
Dashiell Hammett, Red Harvest

James Ellroy
“Downtown, a dress for Meg- I do it every time I kill a man.”
James Ellroy

Richard Stark
“When the guy with asthma finally came in from the fire escape, Parker rabbit-punched him and took his gun away.”
Richard Stark, The Mourner

Ed Lynskey
“I cadged a complimentary green matchbook with a gold bird icon from the Bell canning jar. Later we'd use the matches to light our spliffs. My fingertips tapped the stem to the gizmo that dinged a bell. Nobody came out. Wrong signal, so I did two bell rings. No response prompted me to tap out a series of bell rings.”
Ed Lynskey, Lake Charles

David Goodis
“Winter was gray and mean upon the city and every night was a package of cold bleak hours, like the hours in a cell that had no door.”
David Goodis, Of Tender Sin

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

David Goodis
“A cat came out of an alley, took a look at all the snow, and went back in. Farther on up the street a fat man, aproned and puffing, emerged from a restaurant and whiffed the cold air and gazed yearningly at the sky. As though even the dreams were up there, much too far away.”
David Goodis, Of Tender Sin

“When I heard the gunshots, though, I knew - knew beyond the shadow of a doubt - that somewhere in Los Angeles Bette Davis was on the prowl and packing heat. ("Shadows From The Screen")”
Richard Valley, Kolchak: The Night Stalker Chronicles

Cornell Woolrich
“A second red-orange spearhead leaps straight at O'Shaughnessy. The whole world seems to stand still. Then the gun behind it crashes, and there's a cataclysm of pain all over him, and a shock goes through him as if he ran head-on into a stone wall.

A voice from the car says blurredly, while the ground rushes up to meet him, 'Finish him up, you guys! I'm getting so I don't trust their looks no more, no matter how stiff they act!' ("Jane Brown's Body")”
Cornell Woolrich, The Fantastic Stories of Cornell Woolrich

Steen Langstrup
“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

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