#noir

There were men in their fifties, men who take a stab at fitness, men who try. They may not look young, but they still look viable. Lammers wasn't one of those. Lammers was one of those crack-in-the-ass guys ten months pregnant with a beer baby. ↗

— Lily Gardner

#female-detective #mystery #noir-fiction #men

So that's the way you scientific detectives work. My god! for a fat, middle-aged, hard-boiled, pig-headed guy, you've got the vaguest way of doing things I ever heard of. ↗

— Dashiell Hammett

#noir #age

I like a girl with a substantial bottom,' said Renoir, drawing in the air the size bottom he preferred. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#renoir #art

I think the original Matrix was really incredible. It was so original and it did so many innovative things with film. It was a much bigger film. Bound was just a smaller film. It was kind of like an old noir film. ↗

— Gina Gershon

#bound #did #film #i #i think

The struggle doesn't last long; it's too unequal. Their momentary surprise overcome, they close in on him. The well-directed slice of a gun-butt slackens the good arm; it's easy to pry the disabled one from around the racketeer's collar. Tereshko is trembling with his anger. 'Now him again!' he protests, as though at an injustice. 'All they do is die and then get up and walk around again! What'sa matter, you guys using spitballs for slugs? No, don't kick at him, that'll never do it - I think the guy has nine lives!' ("Jane Brown's Body") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#mobsters #noir #anger

Pulling out onto the highway I noticed a stone pillar commemorating the Donner Party. They were a true testament to the American spirit, push forward at all costs and eat the dead when necessary. Wasn’t that the American dream in a nutshell. ↗

— Josh Stallings

#insperational #jades #noir #beauty

One of the two owners, the man who had been sitting in the front room, was stretched out in there asleep, stockinged-toes pointed at the ceiling, one hand backed defensively against his eyes to ward off the light. He'd taken off his vest and shoes, and that strap that wasn't straight enough to be a suspender-strap was dangling now around one of the knobs at the foot of the bed. It ended in a holster, with a black, cross-grained slab of metal protruding from it. Turner couldn't take his eyes off it, while the long seconds that to him were minutes toiled by. That meant out, that black slab, more surely than any door. He had to have it. More than that, it meant a continuance of out, for so long as he had it. And he wanted out with all the desperate longing of all trapped things, blindly scratching, clawing their way through a maze to the open. To the open where the equal chance is. ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#crime-thriller #noir #noir-fiction #equality

I never met an addict who came from a nice home . I've met addicts that came from families that had money and nice houses. But never from a nice home. ↗

— Sara Gran

#families #noir #family

Freedom breeds uncertainty; uncertainty invites chaos. ↗

— R.J. Leahy

#noir #science-fiction #freedom

He had a thought that amused him. "Figures, still life, landscape, AND an animal! Zola, eat your hat!" he bellowed. ↗

— Susan Vreeland

#life