7 Quotes by Stanley Wheeler

there was something intelligent…and slightly terrifying behind those eyes. But it was the sort of terrifying that begged to be explored, like a book with an interesting title. She was one of those titles that, once you had seen it, called for you to thumb through the pages to read a paragraph here and there; before you knew it, you were marching in obedient lockstep with the lines of print as they led you to battle the demons of the writer’s tormented soul.

I’d seen men siphon gasoline with less effort than she put into draining that Chesterfield; she didn’t let any of it go to waste. That cigarette knew that it had been smoked, smoked to the bitter end.

I brought a hand to my cheek and watched them go. But I didn’t wipe away the lipstick; for the moment, it was all that I had.

I kept watching those pliable lips to see if they would speak again, but she didn’t say anymore. It’s a rare thing that, a dame who won’t tell you more than you want to know. I could tell there was something special about her. But I was troubled…troubled by the thought that she had a husband…and that she wanted me to find him.

I’ve never cared for kisses on the cheek. That’s the sort of thing you expect from a parent, a sister, or an aunt with bad teeth. It’s about as satisfying as pouring whiskey into your sock.

Unfortunately, I could tell that she was not the kind of girl to introduce herself with a kiss.

That’s the thing with dames…they often want you to know that they have something on their mind; but that’s all they want you to know. They don’t want you to know what it is; they don’t want to talk about it…except, of course, for when they do want to talk about it.