If you ask a twenty-one-year-old poet whose poetry he likes, he might say, unblushing, "Nobody's," In his youth, he has not yet understood that poets like poetry, and novelists like novels; he himself likes only the role, the thought of himself in a hat.

(letters) They were like a kelp forest, they cast a weird green light, you could get lost there, become tangled and drown.  ...still eyeing the letters like Portuguese man-of-wars floating on the innocent sea.

The love of libraries, like most loves, must be learned.  Books are transformed by the sequence in which they are read.

Shake your business up and pour it. I don't have all day.

Written By Raymond Chandler

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