Quote by James M. Cain Download Open image ““I kissed her. Her eyes were shining up at me like two blue stars. It was like being in church.”” — James M. Cain ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.9 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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A home is not a museum. It doesn't have to be furnished with Picasso paintings, or Sheraton suites, or Oriental rugs, or Chinese pottery.… — James M. Cain Copy Share Image
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“I ripped all her clothes off. She twisted and turned, slow, so they would slip out from under her. Then she closed her eyes… — James M. Cain Copy Share Image
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If your writing doesn't keep you up at night, it won't keep anyone else up either". — James M. Cain Copy Share Image
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I make no conscious effort to be tough, or hard-boiled, or grim, or any of the things I am usually called. I merely try… — James M. Cain Copy Share Image
She was a little given to rehearsing things in her mind, and having imaginary triumphs over people who had upset her in one way… — James M. Cain Copy Share Image
“She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money's worth that night.” — James M. Cain Copy Share Image