I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life insurance, I needed a vacation, I needed a home in the country. What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun. I put them on and went out of the room.

Marlowe lies on a broken bed in a fleabag hotel, waiting for dark, cataloguing his needs and his few possessions before heading out.

— Philip Marlowe in Philip Marlowe #2 - Farewell, My Lovely (Raymond Chandler, 1940)


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