55 Quotes About Noir-fiction

THE POUNDING RAIN HAD STOPPED as suddenly as it had begun. Sheets of silver green neon clung hungrily to the moist black asphalt like some reptilian skin.

My feet crunched over dry hickory leaves. Wood rangers had stapled up Smokey Bear (“Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires!”) signs along the state roads. One cigarette butt flicked out a passing car window and there’d be real hell to pay.

I can smack a ball-bearing between your abusive fiancé’s eyes before his wingtips hit the sidewalk.

So why not a woman, too—if I was dating her?

I was a small fish in a big sea of amorous deceit.

You’re lucky to have that face. But it doesn’t make you happy.

The waitress came by with a pot of black coffee. She was a smallish woman, about forty, still had some of her looks left, but she had a hardness to her face. Money and bad men were the only things that left that much stone in a woman. I nudged my cup in her direction, and she served her purpose in life.

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.

about Tommy, you went through your whole life craving these little pockets of time and missing them for more time than you had them.