Quote by James M. Cain

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

“By nine, Mildred was powdered, puffed, perfumed, and patted to that state of semi-transparency that a woman seems to achieve when she is really…

— James M. Cain

“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

“Then she got up, went to Monty's mirror, and began combing her hair, while little cadenzas absentmindedly cascaded out of her throat, and cold…

— James M. Cain

If your writing doesn't keep you up at night, it won't keep anyone else up either".

— James M. Cain

“Up close, she could see the sharp, cold, look that she constantly shot at Mr. Treviso, particularly when there was a break, and she…

— James M. Cain

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

“let's get stinko.”

— James M. Cain

I loved her like a rabbit loves a rattlesnake

— James M. Cain

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

“She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money's worth that night.”

— James M. Cain

They threw me off the haytruck about noon.

— James M. Cain