Dashiell Hammett
Dashiell Hammett
Samuel Dashiell Hammettwas an American author of hard-boiled detective novels and short stories, screenwriter, and political activist. Among the enduring characters he created are Sam Spade, Nick and Nora Charles, and the Continental Op...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth27 May 1894
CitySt Marys County, MD
CountryUnited States of America
american-author pain
I still think you are a pain in the neck.
grey man neck scratched shot somebody
Who shot him? I asked.The grey man scratched the back of his neck and said: Somebody with a gun.
gone bed sober
Nora: "How do you feel?" Nick: "Terrible. I must've gone to bed sober.
blonde satan
He looked rather pleasantly, like a blonde satan.
play paper rooms
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.
justice lawyer court
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.
faces beats made
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
believe mean two
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.
suicide giving-up writing
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.
hands cairo faces
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.
men gun necks
Who shot him? I asked. The grey man scratched the back of his neck and said: Somebody with a gun.
thinking dope wells
With what dope I got I think it fills me in pretty well.
drinking men doe
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.
long tears policemen
Listen, Dundy, it's been a long time since I burst into tears because a policeman didn't like me.