Farewell, My Lovely

The second Philip Marlowe book - classic pulp fiction / pulp noir / hardboiled genre. This is great, I enjoyed it as much as the first, and it just oozes quotes.
The short sentences, the short chapters, the narration style, it all just works.
Look elsewhere for plotlines better explained than I could!

“Cute little redhead” she said slowly and thickly. “Yeah, I remember her. Song and dance. Nice legs and generous with ‘em.”-It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.-She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket.-I didn't say anything. I lit my pipe again. It makes you look thoughtful when you're not thinking. -I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life insurance. I needed a vacation, I needed a home in the country. What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun. I put them on and went out of the room.-I used my knee on his face. It hurt my knee. He didn't tell me whether it hurt his face.-The eighty-five cent dinner tasted like a discarded mail bag and was served to me by a waiter who looked as if he would slug me for a quarter, cut my throat for six bits, and bury me at sea in a barrel of concrete for a dollar and a half, plus sales tax.-“It's a swell theory,” I said. “Marriott socked me, took the money, then he got sorry and beat his brains out, after first burying the money under a bush.”