Raymond Chandler quotes:

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  • Good critical writing is measured by the perception and evaluation of the subject; bad critical writing by the necessity of maintaining the professional standing of the critic.

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

  • Chess is as elaborate a waste of human intelligence as you can find outside an advertising agency.

  • Most critical writing is drivel and half of it is dishonest. It is a short cut to oblivion, anyway. Thinking in terms of ideas destroys the power to think in terms of emotions and sensations.

  • Television is just one more facet of that considerable segment of our society that never had any standard but the soft buck.

  • The moment a man sets his thoughts down on paper, however secretly, he is in a sense writing for publication.

  • He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food.

  • It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.

  • The law isn't justice. It's a very imperfect mechanism. If you press exactly the right buttons and are also lucky, justice may show up in the answer. A mechanism is all the law was ever intended to be.

  • The flood of print has turned reading into a process of gulping rather than savoring.

  • I said something which gave you to think I hated cats. But gad, sir, I am one of the most fanatical cat lovers in the business. If you hate them, I may learn to hate you. If your allergies hate them, I will tolerate the situation to the best of my ability.

  • You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that, oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me, I was part of the nastiness now. Far more a part of it than Rusty Regan was.

  • It is pretty obvious that the debasement of the human mind caused by a constant flow of fraudulent advertising is no trivial thing. There is more than one way to conquer a country.

  • The creative artist seems to be almost the only kind of man that you could never meet on neutral ground. You can only meet him as an artist. He sees nothing objectively because his own ego is always in the foreground of every picture.

  • Everything a writer learns about the art or craft of fiction takes just a little away from his need or desire to write at all. In the end he knows all the tricks and has nothing to say.

  • From 30 feet away she looked like a lot of class. From 10 feet away she looked like something made up to be seen from 30 feet away.

  • It's fairly obvious that American education is a cultural flop. Americans are not a well-educated people culturally, and their vocational education often has to be learned all over again after they leave school and college. On the other hand, they have open quick minds and if their education has little sharp positive value, it has not the stultifying effects of a more rigid training.

  • Some are able and humane men and some are low-grade individuals with the morals of a goat, the artistic integrity of a slot machine, and the manners of a floorwalker with delusions of grandeur.

  • I belonged in Idle Valley like a pearl onion on a banana split.

  • Woe, woe, woe... in a little while we shall all be dead. Therefore let us behave as though we were dead already.

  • I guess God made Boston on a wet Sunday.

  • Time makes everything mean and shabby and wrinkled. The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful things die young, but that they grow old and mean.

  • She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket.

  • The reading public is intellectually adolescent at best, and it is obvious that what is called ''significant literature'' will only be sold to this public by exactly the same methods as are used to sell it toothpaste, cathartics and automobiles.

  • The English may not always be the best writers in the world, but they are incomparably the best dull writers.

  • The streets were dark with something more than night.

  • I'm in a wild mood tonight. I want to go dance in the foam. I hear the banshees calling.

  • And the commercials would have sickened a goat raised on barbed wire and broken beer bottles.

  • There are no vital and significant forms of art; there is only art, and precious little of that."

  • When I split an infinitive, God damn it, I split it so it will stay split.

  • I regard psychiatry as fifty percent bunk, thirty percent fraud, ten percent parrot talk, and the remaining ten percent just a fancy lingo for the common sense we have had for hundreds and perhaps thousands of years, if we ever had the guts to read.

  • She was kind of girl who'd eat all your cashews and leave you with nothing but peanuts and filberts.

  • The motion picture made in Hollywood, if it is to create art at all, must do so within such strangling limitations of subject and treatment that it is a blind wonder it ever achieves any distinction beyond the purely mechanical slickness of a glass and chromium bathroom.

  • An age which is incapable of poetry is incapable of any kind of literature except the cleverness of a decadence.

  • There is something about the literary life that repels me, all this desperate building of castles on cobwebs, the long-drawn acrimonious struggle to make something important which we all know will be gone forever in a few years, the miasma of failure which is to me almost as offensive as the cheap gaudiness of popular success.

  • The making of a picture ought surely to be a rather fascinating adventure. It is not; it is an endless contention of tawdry egos, some of them powerful, almost all of them vociferous, and almost none of them capable of anything much more creative than credit-stealing and self-promotion.

  • The creative artist seems to be almost the only kind of man that you could never meet on neutral ground. You can only meet him as an artist. He sees nothing objectively because his own ego is always in the foreground of every picture

  • There are two kinds of truth; the truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The first of these is science, and the second is art. Without art science would be as useless as a pair of high forceps in the hands of a plumber. Without science art would become a crude mess of folklore and emotional quackery.

  • Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.

  • The publishers and others should quit worrying about losing customers to TV. The guy who can sit through a trio of deodorant commercials to look at Flashgun Casey or swallow a flock of beer and loan-shark spiels in order to watch a couple of fourth-rate club fighters rub noses on the ropes is not losing any time from book reading.

  • A really good detective never gets married.

  • Writers who get written about become self-conscious. They develop a regrettable habit of looking at themselves through the eyes of other people. They are no longer alone, they have an investment in critical praise, and they think they must protect it. This leads to a diffusion of effort. The writer watches himself as he works. He grows more subtle and he pays for it by loss of organic dash.

  • When a book, any sort of book, reaches a certain intensity of artistic performance, it becomes literature. That intensity may be a matter of style, situation, character, emotional tone, or idea, or half a dozen other things. It may also be a perfection of control over the movement of a story similar to the control a great pitcher has over the ball.

  • I'm an occasional drinker, the kind of guy who goes out for a beer and wakes up in Singapore with a full beard.

  • I think a man ought to get drunk at least twice a year just on principle, so he won't let himself get snotty about it.

  • Hammett gave murder back to the kind of people that commit it for reasons, not just to provide a corpse; and with the means at hand, not hand-wrought dueling pistols, curare and tropical fish.

  • Everything written with vitality expresses that vitality: there are no dull subjects, only dull minds.

  • She jerked away from me like a startled fawn might, if I had a startled fawn and it jerked away from me.

  • There is no bad whiskey. There are only some whiskeys that aren't as good as others.

  • A real gimlet is half gin and half Rose's lime juice and nothing else.

  • You can always tell a detective on TV. He never takes his hat off.

  • If my books had been any worse, I should not have been invited to Hollywood, and if they had been any better, I should not have come.

  • When I split an infinitive, God damn it, I split it so it stays split.

  • She lowered her lashes until they almost cuddled her cheeks and slowly raised them again, like a theatre curtain. I was to get to know that trick. That was supposed to make me roll over on my back with all four paws in the air.

  • The challenge of screenwriting is to say much in little and then take half of that little out and still preserve an effect of leisure and natural movement

  • She smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight.

  • Down these mean streets a man must go who is neither tarnished nor afraid

  • In everything that can be called art there is a quality of redemption. It may be pure tragedy, if it is high tragedy, and it may be pity and irony, and it may be the raucous laughter of the strong man. But down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid.

  • The minute you try to talk business with him he takes the attitude that he is a gentleman and a scholar, and the moment you try to approach him on the level of his moral integrity he starts to talk business.

  • The boys with their feet on the desks know that the easiest murder case in the world to break is the one somebody tried to get very cute with; the one that really bothers them is the murder somebody only thought of two minutes before he pulled it off.

  • At least half the mystery novels published violate the law that the solution, once revealed, must seem to be inevitable.

  • Without magic, there is no art. Without art, there is no idealism. Without idealism, there is no integrity. Without integrity, there is nothing but production.

  • I was as hollow and empty as the spaces between stars.

  • James Cain - faugh! Everything he touches smells like a billygoat. He is every kind of writer I detest, a faux naix, a Proust in greasy overalls, a dirty little boy with a piece of chalk and a board fence and nobody looking. Such people are the offal of literature, not because they write about dirty things, but because they do it in a dirty way.

  • The faster I write the better my output. If I'm going slow, I'm in trouble. It means I'm pushing the words instead of being pulled by them.

  • The French have a phrase for it. The bastards have a phrase for everything and they are always right. To say goodbye is to die a little.

  • The keynote of American civilization is a sort of warm-hearted vulgarity. The Americans have none of the irony of the English, none of their cool poise, none of their manner. But they do have friendliness. Where an Englishman would give you his card, an American would very likely give you his shirt.

  • The modern film tries too hard to be real. Its techniques of illusion are so perfect that it requires no contribution from the audience but a mouthful of popcorn.

  • A nice state of affairs when a man has to indulge his vices by proxy.

  • I merely say that all reading for pleasure is escape, whether it be Greek, mathematics, astronomy, Benedetto Croce, or The Diary of the Forgotten Man. To say otherwise is to be an intellectual snob, and a juvenile at the art of living.

  • All reading for pleasure is entertainment.

  • The agent never receipts his bill, puts his hat on and bows himself out. He stays around forever, not only for as long as you can write anything that anyone will buy, but as long as anyone will buy any portion of any right to anything that you ever did write. He just takes ten per cent of your life.

  • I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble.

  • There are people who can write their memoirs with a reasonable amount of honesty, and there are people who simply cannot take themselves seriously enough. I think I might be the first to admit that the sort of reticence which prevents a man from exploiting his own personality is really an inverted sort of egotism.

  • Chess is the most elaborate waste of human intelligence outside of an advertising agency

  • The dilemma of the critic has always been that if he knows enough to speak with authority, he knows too much to speak with detachment."(A Qualified Farewell)

  • The solution, once revealed, must seem to have been inevitable. At least half of all the mystery novels published violate this law."(Casual Notes on the Mystery Novel, 1949)

  • But down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid.

  • The private detective of fiction is a fantastic creation who acts and speaks like a real man. He can be completely realistic in every sense but one, that one sense being that in life as we know it such a man would not be a private detective."(Letter, April 19, 1951)

  • As it is she will probably turn out to be one of these acid-faced virgins that sit behind little desks in public libraries and stamp dates in books.

  • I don't greatly care for passes this early in the morning.

  • There was a sad fellow over on a bar stool talking to the bartender, who was polishing a glass and listening with that plastic smile people wear when they are trying not to scream.

  • It probably started in poetry; almost everything does.

  • It was a cool day and very clear. You could see a long way-but not as far as Velma had gone.

  • Throw up into your typewriter every morning. Clean up every noon.

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

  • There are two kinds of truth; The truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The fist of these is science and the second is art.

  • The coffee shop smell was strong enough to build a garage on.

  • I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again.

  • The challenge of screenwriting is to say much in little and then take half of that little out and still preserve an effect of leisure and natural movement.

  • There are no vital and significant forms of art; there is only art, and precious little of that.

  • I've found that there are only two kinds that are any good: slang that has established itself in the language, and slang that you make up yourself. Everything else is apt to be passe before it gets into print.

  • Your rat tail is all the fashion now. I prefer a bushy plume, carried straight up. You are Siamese and your ancestors lived in trees. Mine lived in palaces. It has been suggested to me that I am a bit of a snob. How true! I prefer to be.

  • So by all means let's have a television show quick and long, even if the commercial has to be delivered by a man in a white coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck, selling ergot pills. After all the public is entitled to what it wants, isn't it? The Romans knew that and even they lasted four hundred years after they started to putrefy.

  • The streets were dark with something more then night.

  • The moment a man begins to talk about technique that's proof that he is fresh out of ideas.

  • Americans will eat anything if it is toasted and held together with a couple of toothpicks and has lettuce sticking out of the sides, preferably a little wilted.

  • It is pretty obvious that the debasement of the human mind caused by a constant flow of fraudulent advertising is no trivial thing. There is more than one way to conquer a country

  • Some days I feel like playing it smooth. Some days I feel like playing it like a waffle iron.

  • 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.

  • Dames lie about anything - just for practice.

  • I do a great deal of research - particularly in the apartments of tall blondes.

  • A good story cannot be devised; it has to be distilled.

  • It is not a fragrant world.

  • When in doubt, have a man come through the door with a gun in his hand.

  • [As a screenwriter] I have a sense of exile from thought, a nostalgia of the quiet room and balanced mind. I am a writer, and there comes a time when that which I write has to belong to me, has to be written alone and in silence, with no one looking over my shoulder, no one telling me a better way to write it. It doesn't have to be great writing, it doesn't even have to be terribly good. It just has to be mine.

  • A check girl in peach-bloom Chinese pajamas came over to take my hat and disapprove of my clothes. She had eyes like strange sins.

  • A city with all the personality of a paper cup. (On Los Angeles)

  • A dead man is the best fall guy in the world. He never talks back.

  • A good title is the title of a successful book.

  • A man who drinks too much on occasion is still the same man as he was sober. An alcoholic, a real alcoholic, is not the same man at all. You can't predict anything about him for sure except that he will be someone you never met before.

  • A writer who is afraid to overreach himself is as useless as a general who is afraid to be wrong.

  • Above all never forget that a marriage is in one way very much like a newspaper. It has to be made fresh every damn day of every damn year.

  • All art at some time and in some manner becomes mass entertainment, and if it does not it dies and is forgotten.

  • All language begins with speech, and the speech of common men at that, but when it develops to the point of becoming a literary medium it only looks like speech.

  • All men who read escape from something else into what lies behind the printed page; the quality of the dream may be argued, but its release has become a functional necessity.

  • An artist cannot deny art, nor would he want to. A lover cannot deny love.

  • Any man who can write a page of living prose adds something to our life, and the man who can, as I can, is surely the last to resent someone who can do it even better. An artist cannot deny art, nor would he want to. A lover cannot deny love.

  • As honest as you can expect a man to be in a world where its going out of style.

  • But nothing seems to do any good.

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