I didn't ask to see you. You sent for me. I don't mind your ritzing me or drinking your lunch out of a Scotch bottle. I don't mind your showing me yo… - Raymond Chandler

I don't mind your showing me your legs. They're very swell legs and it's a pleasure to make their acquaintace. I don't mind if you don't like my manners. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter nights.

I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings.

I decided I could lose nothing by the soft approach. If that didn't produce for me — and I didn't think it would — nature could take its course and we could bust up the furniture.

He [James Cain] is every kind of writer I detest...a Proust in greasy overalls, a dirty little boy with a piece of chalk and a board fence and nobody looking.

He was a guy who talked with commas, like a heavy novel. Over the phone anyway.