I think the first thing is don't give up. If you love the craft. If you love being a detective and discovering who a character is and the detail of how they walk and what kind of shoes they wear and what did they do yesterday and what's important to ...
I never read detective novels. I started out in graduate school writing a more serious book. Right around that time I read 'The Day of the Jackal' and 'The Exorcist'. I hadn't read a lot of commercial fiction, and I liked them.
Tom Hagen: I'm an attorney for the Corleone family. These men are private detectives hired to protect Vito Corleone. They are licensed to carry firearms. If you interfere you'll have to appear before a judge in the morning and show cause.
Tihulu: Commander! We have just detected an unidentified flying object approaching us, sir! Commander Logar: That's our planet, Jackass! We are approaching it! Who are you anyway? Kuna: Go away! Leave!
Detective Dunnigan: [to Nick Rice, after finding Darby's dismembered body] Good news counselor, we found Darby... I gotta say though, he's looked better.
Gerry Conlon: When can I go back to Belfast? Detective: Next time you'll see Belfast, they'll be flying day trips to the moon. Gerry Conlon: I always wanted to be an astronaut.
Detective Fronteiri: You filmed him dying. Lou Bloom: That's my job, that's what I do, I'd like to think if you're seeing me you're having the worst day of your life.
Detective: [referring to what was buried in Thorwald's flower bed] It's over in his apartment. In a hat box. Wanna look? Stella: Oh, no thanks! I don't want any part of her.
William Somerset: [after finding out that Detective Mills's apartment is close to the railway tracks] Just a soothing, relaxing, vibrating home huh? [chuckles to himself] William Somerset: [recovers] I'm sorry. [laughs hysterically, Tracy joins in]
[first lines] Joe Gillis: Yes, this is Sunset Blvd., Los Angeles, California. It's about 5 0'clock in the morning. That's the homicide squad, complete with detectives and newspaper men.
Joe Erie: Hello Snyder. Whattya doin' up here? Lieutenant William Snyder: I'm on vacation. You see that friend of yours lately? Joe Erie: No, no. He packed it in. Enrolled in detective school.
V: [Evey has returned to the Shadow gallery on the evening of November 4th] May I inquire as to how you escaped detection? Evey Hammond: A fake ID works better than a Guy Fawkes mask.
I have a concept of Naples that is not so much of a city, per se, but rather an ingredient of the human spirit that I detect in everyone, Neapolitan or not. The idea that 'Neapolitanism' and mass ignorance are somehow indissolubly linked is one that ...
I am such a 'True Detective' fan. I was anticipating it each Sunday as it came. I'm kind of a sci-fi fan. I was really hooked on the 'Battlestar Galactica' series. I think I owned every box set of 'Battlestar Galactica.' I also really love 'Bob's Bur...
I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree branches. Have you ever heard the earth breathe?
With 'Black Rain,' I spent a lot of time with homicide detectives, and I spent a lot of time with different brokers on 'Wall Street.' It helps get the rhythm of the piece and the tone, and how overplayed or underplayed it might be. That's also the ma...
Frank Lucas: Now, I got no problem with you showin' up in court tomorrow with your head blown in half. Detective Richie Roberts: Get in line. That one stretches around the block too.
[from trailer] Frank Lucas: It don't mean nothing to me for you to show up tomorrow morning with your head blown off. Detective Richie Roberts: Get in line. That one stretches around the block.
Detective Richie Roberts: [Referring to Frank Lucas] His seats were phenomenal better seats than Dominic Cattano, Joe Louis shook his hand, who the fuck is this guy?
Vivian: So you're a private detective. I didn't know they existed, except in books, or else they were greasy little men snooping around hotel corridors. My, you're a mess, aren't you?
[last lines] Abby: [after shooting Visser] I'm not afraid o' you, Marty. Private Detective Visser: [laughing hysterically] Well, ma'am, if I see him, I'll sure give him the message.
