#detective

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. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#sharp #manners

"One cannot be a mother without first being a person; family, husband, and children should not be allowed, as is so often the case, to steal a woman’s selfhood and her dreams." Mother to Sherlock, Mycroft, and Enola Holmes by author Nancy Springer ↗

— Vannessagrace

#drama #intrigue #mystery #priviate-investigator #thriller

It means that no matter what you write, be it a biography, an autobiography, a detective novel, or a conversation on the street, it all becomes fiction as soon as you write it down. ↗

— Guillermo Cabrera Infante

#becomes #biography #conversation #detective #down

If you think about it, the historian's task is like that of the detective. ↗

— David Herbert Donald

#detective #historian #like #task #think

I enjoy doing the research of nonfiction; that gives me some pleasure, being a detective again. ↗

— Joseph Wambaugh

#being #detective #doing #enjoy #gives

The cops picked me up for attempted murder. I can still see the detectives, licking their chops. Thought they had me. Two weeks later, the cat came out of a coma and told the truth. I was innocent. ↗

— Barry White

#came #cat #chops #cops #detectives

I didn't know I was doing film noir, I thought they were detective stories with low lighting! ↗

— Marie Windsor

#detective stories #doing #film #film noir #i

I did my very first film with Kirk in Detective Story when he was the greatest, greatest star in the world. I fell in love with him, had a crush on him then. ↗

— Lee Grant

#detective #detective story #did #fell #film

As a professional writer of detective stories, I string along with the ballplayers. I love a ball game. ↗

— Rex Stout

#ball #ball game #ballplayers #detective #detective stories

Terrible accident; body parts was everywhere—-fingers, toes, wings, beaks. Ambulance people tried to scoop him all up, but apparently it ain’t so easy as you might think—telling a chicken from a Chinaman, I mean. Anyways, they got his weight off his driver’s license, picked up a hundred and thirty pounds of pieces and buried ‘em. Now his wife come every year 'bout this time to pay her respects. We don't serve chicken while she's here. Hope you ain't got a taste for it. ↗

— R.J. Leahy

#fat-chance #humor #mystery #respect