James M. Cain

“I write of the wish that comes true - for some reason, a terrifying concept.”

“I make no conscious effort to be tough, or hard-boiled, or grim, or any of the things I am usually called.”

“I write of the wish that comes true--for some reason, a terrifying thought.”

“Love, when you get fear in it, it's not love any more. It's hate.”

“I ripped all her clothes off. She twisted and turned, slow, so they would slip out from under her. Then she closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow. Her hair was falling over her shoulders in snaky curls. Her eye was all black, and her breasts weren’t drawn up and pointing up at me, but soft, and spread out in two big pink splotches. She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money’s worth that night.”

“That's all it takes, one drop of fear to curdle love into hate.”

“I knew then what I had done. I had killed a man. I had killed a man to get a woman. I had put myself in her power, so there was one person in the world that could point a a finger at me, and I would have to die. I had done all that for her, and I never want to see her again as long as I lived. That’s all it takes, one drop of fear, to curdle love into hate.”

“...if he can write a book at all, a writer cannot do it by peeping over his shoulder at somebody else, any more than a woman can have a baby by watching some other woman have one. It is a genital process, and all of its stages are intra-abdominal;”