She had eyes like strange sins. - Raymond Chandler

"From "Raymond Chandler Speaking"
On his wife, after her death-

"For 30 years, 10 months and four days, she was the light of my life, my whole ambition. Anything I did was just the fire for her to warm her hands at. That is all there is to say. She was the music heard faintly on the edge of sound.

The first time we met I told you I was a detective. Get it through your lovely head. I work at it, lady. I don’t play at it.

She’d make a jazzy weekend, but she’d be wearing for a steady diet.