Down these mean streets a man must go who is neither tarnished nor afraid - Raymond Chandler

"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."

"Alcohol is like love," he said. "The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off."

I like games of chance, including women.