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.
~ David Goodis
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.
~ Michael Mccretton
Noir is a court of human relations, and some crimes are beyond legal restitution.
~ Margo Jefferson
