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I decided to coin the term 'cosy crime noir' for Brighton Belle. That is 'cosy crime' for today's sensibilities because there is that slightly edgy element to it.

Taking my drink, I moved around the bar to her. Her smile was a little crooked as I sat down. I guessed it had been a wet night for platinum blondes.

I had killed a man, for money and a woman. I didn't have the money and I didn't have the woman.

And to think I could be at home cleaning the cat box, " Esther Charlemagne said. "Watching for a Peeping Tom is so much better."~ Chapter 2 The Night Shadow by Cheri Vause

A wedge of sunlight slipped over the edge of the desk and fell noiselessly to the carpet.

She was a cute as a washtub.

There is always a unique atmosphere in the car when you drive through the City with a dead body in the back.

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.

When a beautiful blonde asks, you don't say no.

But you understand the relationship between pi and Gaussian curvature, right? pg 264

Steve needed to be careful here. He'd read mid-twentieth-century science fiction so he knew that once you started switching realities you ran into problems with nested levels of existence.

She's dead. So is your fat pansy. You can be dead, too, if you want.

The dark clouds make the black sea. (Les nuages noirs - Font la mer noire)

When the guy with asthma finally came in from the fire escape, Parker rabbit-punched him and took his gun away.

Downtown, a dress for Meg- I do it every time I kill a man.

It was a cool day and very clear. You could see a long way-but not as far as Velma had gone.

The biggest mistake you can make is thinking you know who you are.

He said when the Lord made people He made them all the same for starters. But life marks people. If you know the way, you can read them like maps.

Noir is a court of human relations, and some crimes are beyond legal restitution.

The phone rang. Softly, in actuality, yet it seemed loud and ominous, as phones do at night in dark hotel rooms.

She wasn't just a B-girl, she was carrying the whole ugly world in her eyes.

Either you're going to shoot us or you're not. The ball always lands on red or black, never both.

She killed to get the dream she wanted, then found out it didn't want her back.

It’s a case of mistaken identity. It’s one big mistake. You weren’t even in the country when it happened.”Maja in the short story 'Metro' by Steen Langstrup

Don't make a career out of underestimating me." — Claire de Haven

The finest thing in the world is knowing how to belong to oneself.Michel de Montaigne

Simon's brain tried to comprehend the situation. 'Was an international supermodel really holding Doc Gutson, leader of the infamous Bloodworth Gang, captive?

Ah ha!" the Doc screeched suddenly, wheeling around. "The salicylic acid! Maybe it SHOULD have been heated first!

...heaven wouldn’t be like this earth, this tormented earth ruled by evil forces that tossed humanity to and fro like a slow clown in a two-bit rodeo.

You do know I’m not psychic, right?’Dash looked down at her. ‘Joy...you do know that normal people don’t see ghosts, right?

To catch the bad guys, you've got to think like a bad guy - and that's why all the best detectives have a dark side...

I never met an addict who came from a nice home . I've met addicts that came from families that had money and nice houses. But never from a nice home.

A woman could do a lot of crazy things for a pair of fine-looking dimples.

No! The mission was to terminate one Hipo officer. Not four by random. You didn’t get him so the operation was a failure.”Johannes aka ‘BB’The Informer by Steen Langstrup

Ever since I could remember, She was all that mattered.

There are a few rules in investigations, and one is to never cringe at the person’s appearance that you’re about to pump for info.

In near panic, I craned my neck to gaze over the cabin’s roofline a bursting fireball.

Just the night before, a puma’s howl had set a chill at my spine and, man, life didn’t get any richer than that.

Life is swimming to shore with cowboy boots on.

I had been born shoved to the margins of the world, sure, but I had volunteered for the pits.

Being a Berlin cop in 1942 was a little like putting down mousetraps in a cage full of tigers.

The hotel was guest-friendly with hourly rates and had enough room to swing a cat, if it were a small cat and you wanted to swing it.

Machines can't lie, " I said, lying through my circuits.

Winter was gray and mean upon the city and every night was a package of cold bleak hours, like the hours in a cell that had no door.

The rain fell like dead bullets.

May they run free forever and grow back their limbs!

The two women looked at me as if I were the Messiah returning with their personal salvations sealed in separate envelopes.

It's only crazy if we fail.

The lighter something is, the easier it is to darken it.

This is the Rock, sweetheart, ” the owner added. “There’s no tragedy you can’t profit from.