Velma you says? No Velma heah, brother. No hooch, no gals, no nothing. Jes' the scram, white boy, jes' the scram. - Raymond Chandler

He had a heart as big as one of Mae West's hips

After a moment I pushed my chair back and went over to the french windows. I opened the screens and stepped out on to the porch. The night was all around, soft and quiet. The white moonlight was cold and clear, like the justice we dream of but don't find.

All she did was take her hand out of her bag, with a gun in it. All she did was point it at me and smile. All I did was nothing.