The Little Sister Quotes

“She smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“I hung up. It was a good start, but it didn’t go far enough. I ought to have locked the door and hidden under the desk.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“You go in through double swing doors. Inside the double doors there is a combination PBX and information desk at which sits one of those ageless women you see around municipal offices everywhere in the world. They were never young and will never be old. They have no beauty, no charm, no style. They don't have to please anybody. They are safe. They are civil without ever quite being polite and intelligent and knowledgeable without any real interest in anything. They are what human beings turn into when they trade life for existence and ambition for security.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“She jerked away from me like a startled fawn might,if I had a startled fawn and it jerked away from me.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“Wonderful what Hollywood will do to a nobody. It will make a radiant glamour queen out of a drab little wench who ought to be ironing a truck driver's shirts, a he-man hero with shining eyes and brilliant smile reeking of sexual charm out of some overgrown kid who was meant to go to work with a lunch-box. Out of a Texas car hop with the literacy of a character in a comic strip it will make an international courtesan, married six times to six millionaires and so blasé and decadent at the end of it that her idea of a thrill is to seduce a furniture-mover in a sweaty undershirt.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“On the smooth brown hair was a hat that had been taken from its mother too young.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“But show business has always been like that - any kind of show business. If these people didn't live intense and rather disordered lives, if their emotions didn't ride them too hard—well, they wouldn't be able to catch those emotions in flight and imprint them on a few feet of celluloid or project them across the footlights.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“Leave us do the thinking sweetheart. It takes equipment.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“I had been stalking the bluebottle fly for five minutes, waiting for him to sit down. He didn't want to sit down. He just wanted to do wing-overs and sing the prologue to Pagliacci. I had the fly swatter poised in midair and I was all set. There was a patch of bright sunlight on the corner of the desk and I knew that sooner or later that was where he was going to light. But when he did, I didn't even see him at first. The buzzing stopped and there he was. And then the phone rang.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“The fear of today,” he said, “always overrides the fear of tomorrow. It’s a basic fact of the dramatic emotions that the part is greater than the whole. If you see a glamour star on the screen in a position of great danger, you fear for her with one part of your mind, the emotional part. Notwithstanding that your reasoning mind knows that she is the star of the picture and nothing very bad is going to happen to her. If suspense and menace didn’t defeat reason, there would be very little drama.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“It could have been a beautiful friendship,” Beifus said with a sigh. “Except for the ice pick, of course.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“Her voice froze on the second word, like a feather taking off in a sudden draft. Then it cooed and hovered and soared and eddied and the silent invitation of a smile picked delicately at the corners of her lips, very slowly, like a child trying to pick up a snowflake.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“Real cities have something else, some individual bony structure under the muck. Los Angeles has Hollywood -- and hates it. It ought to consider itself damn lucky. Without Hollywood it would be a mail order city. Everything in the catalogue youi could get better somewhere else.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“He reached for the card without excitement, read it, turned it over and read the back with as much care as the front. There was nothing on the back to read.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“Go on home and knit socks, darling,”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“They just sat there looking back at me. The orange queen was clacking her typewriter. Cop talk was no more treat for her than legs to a dance director. They had the calm weathered faces of healthy men in hard condition. They had the eyes they always have, cloudy and grey like freezing water. The firm set mouth, the hard little wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, the hard hollow meaningless stare, not quite cruel and a thousand miles from kind. The dull ready-made clothes, worn without style, with a sort of contempt; the look of men who are poor and yet proud of their power, watching always for ways to make it felt, to shove it into you and twist it and grin and watch you squirm, ruthless without malice, cruel and yet not always unkind. What would you expect them to be? Civilization had no meaning for them. All they saw of it was the failures, the dirt, the dregs, the aberrations and the disgust.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“She was staring after me with an expression she probably would have said was thoughtful.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“The pebbled glass door panel is lettered in flaked black paint: "Philip Marlowe...Investigations." It is a reasonably shabby door at the end of a reasonably shabby corridor in the sort of building that was new about the year the all-tile bathroom became the basis of civilization. The door is locked, but next to it is another door with same legend which is not locked. Come on in--there's nobody here but me an a big bluebottle fly. But not if you're from Manhattan, Kansas.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“Anybody ever tell you you’re a cute little trick?”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“Philip Marlowe, 38, a private licence operator of shady reputation, was apprehended by police last night while crawling through the Ballona Storm Drain with a grand piano on his back. Questioned at the University Heights Police Station, Marlowe declared he was taking the piano to the Maharajah of Coot-Berar. Asked why he was wearing spurs, Marlowe declared that a client's confidence was sacred. Marlowe is being held for investigation. Chief Hornside said police were not yet ready to say more. Asked if the piano was in tune, Chief Hornside declared that he had played the Minute Waltz on it in thirty-five seconds and so far as he could tell there were no strings in the piano. He intimated that someting else was. A complete statement to the press will be made within twelve hours, Chief Hornside said abruptly. Speculation is rife that Marlowe was attempting to dispose of a body.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“You can live a long time in Hollywood and never see the part they use in pictures...”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“California, the department-store state. The most of everything and the best of nothing.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“You're not human tonight, Marlowe.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“French said: “It’s like this with us, baby. We’re coppers and everybody hates our guts. And as if we didn’t have enough trouble, we have to have you. As if we didn’t get pushed around enough by the guys in the corner offices, the City Hall gang, the day chief, the night chief, the Chamber of Commerce, His Honor the Mayor in his paneled office four times as big as the three lousy rooms the whole homicide staff has to work out of. As if we didn’t have to handle one hundred and fourteen homicides last year out of three rooms that don’t have enough chairs for the whole duty squad to sit down in at once. We spend our lives turning over dirty underwear and sniffing rotten teeth. We go up dark stairways to get a gun punk with a skinful of hop and sometimes we don’t get all the way up, and our wives wait dinner that night and all the other nights. We don’t come home any more. And nights we do come home, we come home so goddam tired we can’t eat or sleep or even read the lies the papers print about us. So we lie awake in the dark in a cheap house on a cheap street and listen to the drunks down the block having fun. And just about the time we drop off the phone rings and we get up and start all over again. Nothing we do is right, not ever. Not once. If we get a confession, we beat it out of the guy, they say, and some shyster calls us Gestapo in court and sneers at us when we muddle our grammar. If we make a mistake they put us back in uniform on Skid Row and we spend the nice cool summer evenings picking drunks out of the gutter and being yelled at by whores and taking knives away from greaseballs in zoot suits. But all that ain’t enough to make us entirely happy. We got to have you.” He stopped and drew in his breath. His face glistened a little as if with sweat. He leaned forward from his hips. “We got to have you,” he repeated. “We got to have sharpers with private licenses hiding information and dodging around corners and stirring up dust for us to breathe in. We got to have you suppressing evidence and framing set-ups that wouldn’t fool a sick baby. You wouldn’t mind me calling you a goddam cheap double-crossing keyhole peeper, would you, baby?” “You want me to mind?” I asked him. He straightened up. “I’d love it,” he said. “In spades redoubled.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“There was a time when actors went in at the back door. Most of them still should.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“There are days like that. Everybody you meet is a dope. You begin to look at yourself in the glass and wonder.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“Maybe we all get like this in the cold half-lit world where always the wrong thing happens and never the right.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“California, the department-store state. The most of everything and the best of nothing. Here we go again.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“I was in the deep water. It was dark and unclear and the taste of the salt was in my mouth.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister

“I suppose you do this to all the clients,” she said softly.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Little Sister