12 Quotes by Jonathan Latimer

I was glad to get in that stall. It was a funny feeling, being naked and fighting a man with a gun. I didn’t like it. I felt the bullets would hurt more, naked.

Pug said: “I’m trying to think of the best way of knocking you off.”“The Chinese do it with rats,” I said. “They let ‘em eat the victim.”“Where am I going to get the rats?”“Well,” I said, “there’re three in the car now.”I don’t know which one hit me; Pug or the guy with the garlic breath. It was the barrel of a pistol and it cooled me for a couple of minutes. When I came to we had stopped by a small shack. I was alone with the guy on my left.

She said: “I’m so sick of this joint.”“Why?”“No freedom. I can’t go out. I can’t get drunk or gamble or wear swell clothes…”“They look swell to me.”“Shut up, honey. I’m trying to tell you something. I like to dance. I like good restaurants and night clubs, and movies. Here all I’m supposed to do is think about God. It’s getting me down.”“You don’t like God?”“I can take him or leave him.”I laughed.

It all came back to something I’d figured out once about the detective business. There were two ways to go along: underground or on top. I never found out which was best. Underground you had the element of surprise on your side, but it was harder to move around. On top you went everywhere, taking cracks at everybody, and everybody taking cracks at you. You had to be tough to play it that way. Well, I was tough.

Blood always excites me.

What are they trying to do?” Davison asked. “I never heard of anything like this.”I took my eyes off Ginger’s legs. “Gangsters,” I said.“But they’ve gone out of style,” Davison said. “They don’t have gangsters any more.”“Suppose you go out and tell them that,” I said.

From the way her buttocks looked under the black silk dress, I knew she'd be good in bed. The silk was tight and under it the muscles worked slow and easy. I saw weight there, and control, and, brother, those are things I like in a woman.

Listen Charles, if blondes were poison, I'd have died thirty years ago.

That gun of yours tickles me where I don't like to be tickled," she said.