Quotes About Marlowe

I'm really enjoying the character now, but I don't want to just be Philip Marlowe. I wouldn't mind playing him every couple of years, perhaps, as a kind of open franchise - you know?

I said: Dead end - quiet, restful, like your town. I like a town like this. Marlowe (talking about Olympia) in a short story called Goldfish.

Very methodical guy, Marlowe. Nothing must interfere with his coffee technique. Not even a gun in the hand of a desperate character.

Another longish pause. His eyelids were getting heavy. "Ever kill a man, Marlowe?" "Yes." "Nasty feeling, isn't it?" "Some people like it." His eyes went shut all the way. Then they opened again, but they looked vague. "How could they?

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?" wrote Marlowe, the man Shakespeare feared for many years was the better writer, the man who with those words issued a license to misery to millions of underexperienced teenagers and thousands of overeducated middle-aged jackasses.

Was not that Lucifer an angel once?

SOME 'fools that will laugh on earth, must weep in hell' act V scene ii

Marlowe's mighty line.

Marlowe's devils wore squibs attached to their tails: evil was like Peter Pan—it carried with it the horrifying and horrible gift of eternal youth.

Who is this Marlowe guy anyway? He's an ass. Threw him out. Threatened to have Ysmi sit on him if he returned. Why are there two severed heads rolling around the house? Cats tried to eat one. Mostly prevented. Headless guy is in hallway broom closet with head that I think is his.

This is getting surreal," Marlowe murmured. "Even for this place." "Cassie is here-mentally," Mircea told him. "I gathered that." "She seems to find it difficult to understand why I do not wish to have her in my head, unannounced, any time she pleases--" Marlowe gave a bark of a laugh. "Oh this should be fun.

I'm thinking of acquiring you from him." I caught Elise's fist, because she appeared to have the same reaction to Marlowe that I did. And while I'd love another go at him, especially with help, we were running low on time. "Later," I told her. She nodded. From her expression, it was a promise

I've always slightly preferred Spade to Marlowe, probably just because I thought Hammett was cooler than Chandler. He was leftwing, his name shortened to Dash rather than Ray, and he didn't smoke a pipe or like cats.

Tush! These are trifles, and mere old wives' tales.

That holy shape becomes a devil best.

Things senseless live by art, and rational die By rude contempt of art and industry.

I can't believe Joe Koch is complaining about the Goodreads Quote system

The general welcomes Tamburlaine receiv'd,      When he arrived last upon the 1 stage,      Have made our poet pen his Second Part,      Where Death cuts off the progress of his pomp,      And murderous Fates throw all his triumphs 2 down.      But what became of fair

Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Yo!" "We good?" "We're good." "Okay. You've broken Mr. Marlowe's window, however." "Apologies, boss. Exuberance.

Youth, youth- something savage- something pedantic. For example there is Mr. Masefield, there is Mr. Bennett. Stuff them into the flame of Marlowe and burn them to cinders. Let not a shred remain. Don't palter with the second rate. Detest your own age. Build a better one.

Who can make sense of the roles we play? If I could draw any conclusion about the long, depressing slog of human progress, it's the possibility that unseen elements lie just on the other side of the physical universe and that somehow we're actors on the stage of the Globe, right across the Thames from a place called Pissing Alley, whether William Shakespeare or Christopher Marlowe are aware of our presence or not.