Criminal conduct by police officers, federal agents, and their confederates cannot be tolerated and will be met with the full force of the law.
The right to personal privacy is precious. Without it, we are all potential victims for a prying secret police.
There are all sorts of ways of murdering a person or at least his soul, and that's something no police in the world can spot.
In The Police, in a trio situation - which I've come back to now - it's just so wide open that it does actually provide this arena where you can play with a certain freedom.
The book grew out of the introduction I did for Brady's Gates of Janus. I knew that the writing in that introduction had a better than average chance of being read by people involved in Brady's life - parents of victims, police, Brady himself.
We watch so many TV shows and movies about jaded or corrupt policemen, we forget people join the police force to do good, and they really care about that.
When we were talking about this, an idea for this master vigilante, it was an urban guerilla. One of my ideas was that he would be a member of the police force who turned on the government.
The web of influence which News Corporation spun in Britain, which effectively bent politicians, police and many others in public life to its will, amounted to a shadow state.
Freelancers are 'free' because they take risks - they don't like being told what to do. That's both exciting and daunting, because you have to police you.
The term "political correctness" has always appalled me, reminding me of Orwell's "Thought Police" and fascist regimes.
Privatizing our public schools makes as much sense as privatizing the fire department or or the police department
To be a member of the Communist Party is to have a taste of the police state. It is a diluted taste but is bitter and unforgettable.
I don't want my kids going through what I went through - police stopping you, searching you and all that malarkey.
Fritz: They're using artillery on us! Hans Gruber: You idiot, it's not the police. It's *him*! [referring to McClane]
[referring to police outside a pool hall] Cheese: Get that sausage off my lawn.
Danny Butterman: [running to police car] I'll drive! Nicholas Angel: SHOTGUN! Nicholas Angel: Punch!... That!... Shit!
Violet Bick: [being dragged into a squad car by police] That sailor's a liar!
Policeman: [talking into a police call box] Send the riot squad and ambulances! Kong has escaped!
Police Chief: Why did you shoot those puppies, John?
[Police are watching Tommy chase the dog] Turkish: He loves that dog. Always playing silly games.
Mrs. Gloop: Don't just stand there, do something! Willy Wonka: [unenthusiastically] Help. Police, Murder.
