The Name of the Game Is Death Quotes

“It was lonely in that damn motel room. When I’m on the road, I usually have a dog with me. Animals I like. People I learned a long time ago to do without.”
― Dan J. Marlowe, The Name of the Game Is Death

“On the way home my father said tiredly he hoped some day I'd realize it was necessary to live with people. I didn't understand him. He said a lot of other things that made me feel sorry for him, because he just couldn't stand up to a situation.”
― Dan J. Marlowe, The Name of the Game Is Death

“kick the whole bit in Hudson,”
― Dan J. Marlowe, The Name of the Game is Death

“From some¬where my subconscious had put”
― Dan J. Marlowe, The Name of the Game is Death

“cut my lights and motor, fumbled a flashlight out of the glove compartment, and went out the door on the passenger’s side. The unmarked car, the absence of a siren, this dead-end deserted spot he’d directed me to— When I heard him walking I put the flash on him. He stopped dead in the beam of light. He was holding a gun, a blued-steel job. He had on a campaign hat that looked like a Ranger’s hat. His clothes didn’t look anything like a uniform except for the color. The bastard was no more a cop than I was. He brought his gun up and snapped off a shot at me just as I let go at him with the Woodsman. He turned and started to run. I put one in his ankle that brought him down with a crash. He landed all sprawled out, the gun flying off in the bushes. I got over to him fast in case he had another. When I got the flash full on him I saw it didn’t make any difference. He’d been running on reflex. The hard core of the light shone down on a round, dark hole just a hair to the right of center between his eyes. The little old Woodsman might not have the stopping power of a .38, but it gets there just the same.”
― Dan J. Marlowe, The Name of the Game is Death

“expression tout de suite. His tongue”
― Dan J. Marlowe, The Name of the Game is Death

“took my first good look around while I switched to the Colt Woodsman. If we hadn’t gotten those two, we were nowhere. A dozen to fifteen customers, scattered. I fired the Woodsman three times, taking out glass high in the tellers’ cages each time. Shattering glass is an impressive sound. In the echoing lobby the glass and the little Woodsman sounded like a turret of sixteen-inchers in a china closet.”
― Dan J. Marlowe, The Name of the Game is Death

“Charles Kelly, whose novel Pay Here was published by Point Blank Press, is writing a biography of Dan J. Marlowe. Kelly’s website is hardboiledjournalist.com.”
― Dan J. Marlowe, The Name of the Game is Death