77 ordspråk av Raymond Chandler
Raymond Chandler
Raymond Chandler föddes den
23 juli 1888 och dog den 26 maart
1959 - author of detective fiction.
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A good story cannot be devised; it has to be distilled.
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A psychiatrist has to be a person who commits himself to making a person better. Nothing should be too menial for a psychiatrist to do.
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A psychiatrist is a person who will give you expensive answers that your wife will give you for free
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A really good detective never gets married.
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Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off.
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Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off.
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An age which is incapable of poetry is incapable of any kind of literature except the cleverness of a decadence.
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Any man who can write a page of living prose adds something to our life, and the man who can, as I can, is surely the last to resent someone who can do it even better. An artist cannot deny art, nor would he want to. A lover cannot deny love.
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Any man who can write a page of living prose adds something to our life, and the man who can, as I can, is surely the last to resent someone who can do it even better. An artist cannot deny art, nor would he want to. A lover cannot deny love.
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At least half the mystery novels published violate the law that the solution, once revealed, must seem to be inevitable.
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Chess is as elaborate a waste of human intelligence as you can find outside an advertising agency.
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Chess is the most elaborate waste of human intelligence outside of an advertising agency.
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Common sense always speaks too late. Common sense is the guy who tells you ought to have had your brakes relined last week before you smashed a front end this week. Common sense is the Monday morning quarterback who could have won the ball game if he had been on the team. But he never is. He's high up in the stands with a flask on his hip. Common sense is the little man in a gray suit who never makes a mistake in addition. But it's always somebody else's money he's adding up.
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Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean.
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