Detective Richie Roberts: My investigation indicates that Frank Lucas is above the Mafia. District Attorney: Who does he work for? Which family? Detective Richie Roberts: He's not Italian, he's black. District Attorney: No nigger has accomplished wha...
I have no detectable hair style.
I'm an ambassador for Medical Detection dogs.
She tried to worry that something terrible had happened to him, but didn't believe it for a moment. Nothing terrible ever happened to him, though she was beginning to think that it was time it damn well did. If nothing terrible happened to him soon m...
He thought his detective brain as good as the criminal's, which was true. But he fully realised the disadvantage. "The criminal is the creative artist; the detective only the critic," he said with a sour smile, and lifted his coffee cup to his lips s...
You can go through life and make new friends every year - every month practically - but there was never any substitute for those friendships of childhood that survive into adult years. Those are the ones in which we are bound to one another with hoop...
We don't forget...Our heads may be small, but they are as full of memories as the sky may sometimes be full of swarming bees, thousands and thousands of memories, smells of places, of little things that happened to us and which come back, unexpectedl...
To make a deliberate falsification for personal gain is the last, worst depth to which either scholar or artist can descend in work or life. ( , 8 September 1935)
Vincent Hanna: They dumped all our surveillance? Detective Casals: Yeah, at the same time 9PM Vincent Hanna: I had coffee with McCauley half an hour ago Detective Casals: We were on you, then he drives into LAX where surveillance can't fly over becau...
It was time to take the pumpkin out of the pot and eat it. In the final analysis, that was what solved these big problems of life. You could think and think and get nowhere, but you still had to eat your pumpkin. That brought you down to earth. That ...
Mma Ramotswe decided to go back into her office. There was a curious thing about male conversation that she had noticed - men often ended up poking fun at one another. Women did this only rarely, but men seemed to love insulting one another. It was v...
The house seemed so different at night. Everything was in its correct place, of course, but somehow the furniture seemed more angular and the pictures on the wall more one-dimensional. She remembered somebody saying that at night we are all strangers...
He can see what move I'm planning to make in chess and counters before I can do it. He always knows who the killer is in a detective story. I think he could make a career out of detecting, but he wants to write plays for theater. Maybe he could be a ...
[W]hen I see men callously and cheerfully denying women the full use of their bodies, while insisting with sobs and howls on the satisfaction of their own, I simply can't find it heroic, or kind, or anything but pretty rotten and feeble.
The one thing which seems to me quite impossible is to take into consideration the kind of book one is expected to write; surely one can only write the book that is there to be written. ( , 8 September 1935)
See that the mind is honest, first; the rest may follow or not as God wills. [That] the fundamental treason to the mind ... is the one fundamental treason which the scholar's mind must not allow is the bond uniting all the Oxford people in the last r...
We are accustomed to look for the gross and immediate effects and to ignore all else. Unless this appears promptly and in such obvious form that it cannot be ignored, we deny the existence of hazard. Even research men suffer from the handicap of inad...
All people, whether Aspie or neuro-typical are predisposed by their society to make guesses, jump to conclusions and then seek to defend those conclusions, regardless of logic or changing circumstance. This is sloppy, illogical thinking which may not...
Detective Remy Bressant: How well do you know "Cheese" Jean Baptiste? Helene McCready: Who? Nick Poole: Come on, sweetheart. "Cheese" Jean Baptiste. Helene McCready: Oh, sounds familiar. Detective Remy Bressant: No. It don't "sound familiar", Helene....
Nick Poole: SWAT'll be here in five minutes. Patrick Kenzie: You're not gonna wait for them? Detective Remy Bressant: Did you or did you not tell me you saw Corwin Earle with the medallion of St. Christopher around his fucking wrist? Patrick Kenzie: ...
Harmony: Harmony: Oh, God. No more lies, Harry, no more. Are you a detective? Huh? Are you a detective, Harry? Harry: Harry: Who told you that? Harmony: Harmony: Flicka, Flicka. You know? My friend Flicka, she told me. If you are, then I really need ...
