I didn't know then, and I don't know now, whether she was the owner of the world's best poker face or was just naturally stupid, but whichever she wa… - Dashiell Hammett

His features were small, in keeping with his stature, and regular. His skin was very fair. The whiteness of his cheeks was as little blurred by any considerable growth of beard as by the glow of blood. His clothing was neither new nor of more than ordinary quality, but it, and his manner of wearing it was marked by a hard masculine neatness.

"Tall-over six feet-and one of the thinnest men I’ve ever seen. He must be about fifty now and his hair was almost white when I knew him.Usually needs a haircut, ragged brindle mustache, bites his fingernails." I pushed the dog away to reach for my drink.

If a man says a thing often enough, he is very likely to acquire some sort of faith in it sooner or later.