“I didn't mind what she called me, what anybody called me. But this was the room I had to live in. It was all I had in the way of a home. In it was everything that was mine, that had any association for me, any past, anything that took the place of a family. Not much: a few books, pictures, radio, chessmen, old letters, stuff like that. Nothing. Such as they were, they had all my memories.” HomePastMemoriesBooksRadioPicturesOld LettersChessmenPhilip MarloweSo Noir It HurtsCarmen SternwoodThe Hobart Arms Book:the big sleep Source: the big sleep
“I was as empty of life as a scarecrow's pockets.” Philip MarloweScarecrowsSo Noir It HurtsHardcore Simile Book:the big sleep Source: the big sleep
“Marlowe's the name. The guy you've been trying to follow around for a couple of days." "I ain't following anybody, doc." "This jalopy is. Maybe you can't control it. Have it your own way. I'm now going to eat breakfast in the coffee shop across the street: orange juice, bacon and eggs, toast, honey, three or four cups of coffee, and a toothpick. I am then going up to my office, which is on the seventh floor of the building right opposite you. If you have anything that's worrying you beyond endurance, drop up and chew it over. I'll only be oiling my machine gun.” Philip MarloweMachine GunSo Noir It HurtsJalopyNoir BreakfastPoor Harry Jones Book:the big sleep Source: the big sleep