KILLER PHYSICAL DESCRIPTIONS OF MEN AND BROADS AND SUCH BY RAYMOND CHANDLER

Raymond Chandler’s descriptions make me giddy they are so delightful (even when they are totally '40s-guy-misogynistic)
  1. "She had eyes like strange sins"
    The High Window
  2. "He looked about as conspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food."
    Farewell, My Lovely
  3. "Her whole body shivered and her face fell apart like a bride’s pie crust. She put it together again slowly, as if lifting a great weight, by sheer will power."
    The Big Sleep
  4. "It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained glass window.”
    Farewell, My Lovely
  5. "She’s a charming middle-aged lady with a face like a bucket of mud and if she has washed her hair since Coolidge’s second term, I’ll eat my spare tire, rim and all."
    Farewell, My Lovely
  6. "Hair like steel wool grew far back on his head and gave him a domed brown forehead that might at careless glance seemed a dwelling place for brains."
    The Big Sleep
  7. "A face with bone under the skin, fine drawn like a Cremona violin. A very nice face."
    Farewell, My Lovely
  8. "It was a smooth silvery voice that matched her hair. It had a tiny tinkle in it, like bells in a doll's house."
    The Big Sleep
  9. "I left her laughing. The sound was like a hen having hiccups."
    Farewell, My Lovely
  10. "She lowered her lashes until they almost cuddled her cheeks and slowly raised them again, like a theatre curtain. I was to get to know that trick. That was supposed to make me roll over on my back with all four paws in the air."
    The Big Sleep
  11. "His eyes were deep, far too deep. They were the depthless drugged eyes of the somnambulist. They were like a well I read about once. It was nine hundred years old, in an old castle."
    Farewell, My Lovely
  12. "His smile was as stiff as a frozen fish. His long fingers made movements like dying butterflies"
    Farewell, My Lovely
  13. "She turned the color of a cold boiled beet"
    The High Window
  14. "He was a hammered-down heavyweight, with short pink hair and a pink scalp glistening through it. He had small, hungry, heavy-lidded eyes, as restless as fleas"
    Farewell, My Lovely
  15. "He needed a shave. He would always need a shave.”
    Farewell, My Lovely