Noon Quote by James M. Cain Download Open image “They threw me off the haytruck about noon.” — James M. Cain ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Noon
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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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“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
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