Quotes on Big Sleep

Tall, aren't you?" she said. "I didn't mean to be." Her eyes rounded. She was puzzled. She was thinking. I could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother to her.

You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that, oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me, I was part of the nastiness now. Far more a part of it than Rusty Regan was.

Neither of the two people in the room paid any attention to the way I came in, although only one of them was dead.

I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble.