Dashiell hammett quotes

The outcome of successful planning always looks like luck to saps.

You don't pay a prostitute for sex, you pay her to leave afterwards.

She grinned at me. 'You got types?' 'Only you darling - lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.

I first heard Personville called Poisonville by a red-haired mucker named Hickey Dewey in the Big Ship in Butte. He also called his shirt a shoit.

...What disturbed him was the discovery that in sensibly ordering his affairs he had got out of step, and not into step, with Life.

I once knew a man who stole a Ferris Wheel.

You're drunk, and I'm drunk, and I'm just exactly drunk enough to tell you anything you want to know. That's the kind of girl I am. If I like a person, I'll tell them anything they want to know. Just ask me. Go ahead, ask me.

He looked rather pleasantly, like a blonde satan.

I distrust a man that says when. If he's got to be careful not to drink to much it's because he's not to be trusted when he does.

Talking is something you can't do judiciously unless you keep in practice.

What I try to do is write a story about a detective rather than a detective story. Keeping the reader fooled until the last, possible moment is a good trick and I usually try to play it, but I can't attach more than secondary importance to it. The puzzle isn't so interesting to me as the behavior of the detective attacking it.

A lot of fancier yarns come from people trying to tell the truth. It’s not easy once you’re out of the habit.

Brigid: I haven't lived a good life - I've been bad, worse than you could know. Spade: That's good, because if you actually were as innocent as you pretend to be, we'd never get anywhere.

If you have a story that seems worth telling, and you think you can tell it worthily, then the thing for you to do is to tell it, regardless of whether it has to do with sex, sailors or mounted policemen.

We didn't exactly believe your story.' Then --?' 'We believed your two hundred dollars.' 'You mean --' She seemed not to know what he meant. 'I mean that you paid us more than if you'd been telling the truth,' he explained blandly, 'and enough more to make it all right.

I deserve all the love you can spare me. And I want a lot more than I deserve.

Listen, darling, tomorrow I'll buy you a whole lot of detective stories, but don't worry your pretty little head over mysteries tonight.

You got to look on the bright side, even if there ain't one.

The people who lie the most are nearly always the clumsiest at it, and they're easier to fool with lies than most people, too. You'd think they'd be on the look-out for lies, but they seem to be the very ones that will believe almost anything at all.

Listen, Dundy, it's been a long time since I burst into tears because a policeman didn't like me.

The face she made at me was probably meant for a smile. Whatever it was, it beat me. I was afraid she'd do it again, so I surrendered

The roof might fall in; anything could happen.

When you write, you want fame, fortune and personal satisfaction. You want to write what you want to write and feel it's good, and you want this to go on for hundreds of years. You're not likely ever to get all these things, and you're not likely to give up writing and commit suicide if you don't, but that is -- and should be -- your goal. Anything else is kind of piddling.

Most things in San Francisco can be bought or taken.

The cheaper the crook, the gaudier the patter.

I haven't any sort of plans for the future but I reckon things will work out in some manner.

Three times I have been mistaken for a prohibition agent, but never had any trouble clearing myself.

To get what he wanted, a man had to give other people what they wanted.

My way of learning is to heave a wild and unpredictable monkey-wrench into the machinery.

Samuel Spade's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils curved back to make another, smaller, v. His yellow-grey eyes were horizontal. The V motif was picked up again by thickish brows rising outward from twin creases above a hooked nose, and his pale brown hair grew down--from high flat temples--in a point on his forehead. He looked rather pleasantly like a blond Satan.

The truth is you don't like the theater except the times when you're in a room by yourself putting the play on paper.

When a man's partner is killed he's supposed to do something about it. It doesn't make any difference what you thought of him. He was your partner and you're supposed to do something about it. Then it happens we were in the detective business. Well, when one of your organization gets killed it's bad business to let the killer get away with it. It's bad all around-bad for that one organization, bad for every detective everywhere. Sam Spade

The problem with putting two and two together is that sometimes you get four, and sometimes you get twenty-two.

Yes,' Spade growled. 'And when you're slapped you'll take it and like it.' He released Cairo's wrist and with a thick open hand struck the side of his face three times savagely.

I've been as bad an influence on American literature as anyone I can think of.

Feed the lettuce to the bunny and eat the bunny.

It's awfully easy to be in love in jail

I haven't laughed so much over anything since the hogs ate my kid brother.

Strictly speaking, there are no real substitutes for sexual satisfaction

I couldn't be fonder of you if you were my own son. But, well, if you lose a son, its possible to get another. There's only one Maltese Falcon.

I don t mind a reasonable amount of trouble.

Nick: "Don't you think maybe a drink would help you to sleep?" Nora: "No, thanks." Nick: "Maybe it would if I took one.

It's sometimes better to pretend I don't hear the sound of somebody in the nearby woods with a shotgun.

Nora said: 'I love you, Nicky, because you smell nice and know such fascinating people.

I like women. I really like women.

I found I was repeating myself. It is the beginning of the end when you discover you have style.

He felt like somebody had taken the lid off life and let him see the works.

Our lawyers had their chat with the Supreme Court Justice, and promised to repast the chat to other members of the Supreme Court to find out whether they wanted to hear us out.

Joel Cairo: You always have a very smooth explanation ready. Sam Spade: What do you want me to do, learn to stutter?

Nora: "How do you feel?" Nick: "Terrible. I must've gone to bed sober.

Who shot him? I asked. The grey man scratched the back of his neck and said: Somebody with a gun.

With what dope I got I think it fills me in pretty well.

The boy spoke two words, the first a short guttural verb, the second “you.