You want to know who killed Dietrichson? Hold tight to that cheap cigar of yours, Keyes. I killed Dietrichson. Me, Walter Neff. In...surance salesman. Thirty-five-years old. Unmarried. No visible scars. Till a while ago, that is. Yes, I killed him. Killed him for money, and for a woman. I didn't get the money, and, I didn't get the woman.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
New Yorkers speak more quickly and shift topics more rapidly. We all know that. But the way it's done is fascinating. At least it ...fascinated me when I first moved to New York. Someone has the floor and talks. As soon as I know what they are going to say, I can jump in, finish the sentence to show I understand, and take off into my own turn. The northern California I know isn't like that. Someone talks, and I lie back and listen and let them roll for a while. When they're done, there'll be a pause that will flash like a green light to announce that someone else can have the floor.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
she drew back a while, Then, yielding to the irresistible joy,... With frantic gesture and short breathless cry Folded his frame in her dissolving arms. Now blackness veiled his dizzy eyes, and night Involved and swallowed up the vision; sleep, Like a dark flood suspended in its course, Rolled back its impulse on his vacant brain.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. ... My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at where they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check without original energy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is reported here that the King of Prussia has gone mad and has been locked up. There would be nothing bad about that: at least ...that might of his would no longer be a menace, and you could breathe freely for a while. I much prefer madmen who are locked up to those who are not.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Once in a while, God sends a good white person my way, even to this day. I think it's God's way of keeping me from becoming too me...an. And when he sends a nice one to me, then I have to eat crow. And honey, crow is a tough old bird to eat, let me tell you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Mo Williams: Some people peddle apples, lamb chops, lumber. I peddle information. Skip ain't sorry; he understands. We live in a d...ifferent kind of world. Oh, once in a while he gets a little hot under the collar if I sell him short. Candy: But you wouldn't sell him to a Commie! Mo Williams: What do you think I am, an informer?!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »