Raymond Chandler Frases famosas
“Em tudo que chamamos de arte existe uma qualidade de redenção.”
In everything that can be called art there is a quality of redemption.
"The simple art of murder", de Raymond Chandler - Norton, 1968 - 533 páginas
“Quanto mais você raciocina, menos você cria.”
The more you reason the less you create
"Correspondência para Charles Morton, 28 de outubro de 1947" in "The Raymond Chandler Papers: Selected Letters and Nonfiction 1909-1959" - Página 83, de Tom Hiney, Frank MacShane - Grove Press, 2002, ISBN 0802139469, 9780802139467 - 320 páginas
Raymond Chandler: Frases em inglês
“In writing a novel, when in doubt, have two guys come through the door with guns.”
Variante: When in doubt, have a man come through the door with a gun in his hand.
“I was neat, clean, shaved and sober and I didn't care who knew it.”
opening paragraph, chapter 1
The Big Sleep (1939)
Contexto: It was about eleven o'clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was wearing my powder-blue suit, with dark blue shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks with dark little clocks on them. I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn't care who knew it. I was everything the well-dressed private detective ought to be. I was calling on four million dollars.
“I like smooth shiny girls, hardboiled and loaded with sin.”
Fonte: Farewell, My Lovely
“He was a guy who talked with commas, like a heavy novel. Over the phone anyway.”
Fonte: The Long Goodbye
"Pearls Are a Nuisance" (short story, 1939)
Fonte: Pearls are a Nuisance
“A writer who is afraid to overreach himself is as useless as a general who is afraid to be wrong.”
Fonte: Pearls are a Nuisance
“She smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight.”
Fonte: The Little Sister
“You can have a hangover from other things than alcohol. I had one from women. Women made me sick.”
Fonte: The Big Sleep (1939), Chapter 25
Fonte: The High Window (1942), chapter 36
Contexto: When I left, Merle was wearing a bungalow apron and rolling pie-crust. She came to the door wiping her hands on the apron and kissed me on the mouth and began to cry and ran back into the house, leaving the doorway empty until her mother came into the space with a broad homely smile on her face to watch me drive away.
I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again.
“He sounded like a man who had slept well and didn't owe too much money.”
Fonte: The Big Sleep