Quotes from Peter Robinson

Banks could see her brain working fast behind her eyes.

to follow her own path and leave him. Even the kids had complained when they were growing

Banks scanned the Yorkshire Post and The Independent reports to see if either newspaper knew more than the police. Sometimes they did, and it could be damned embarrassing all round.

The whiskey-soaked strains of Cesaria Evora came from the headphones of his portable CD player.

Oh, don't mind me. I'm just grouching.

a company.' 'You're losing me, Gerry.' 'High finance and corporate

The Maze was built were dark from the earlier rain, and a hint of peat smoke drifted through the air from the distant cottages. It made Banks think of Laphroaig, and he wondered if he might regain his taste for Islay malt whisky before long.

Robert Louis Stevenson, sung by Bryn Terfel: Now when day dawns on the brow of the moorland, Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold. Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed, The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old.

Banks wondered if that was a psychopath's trait, along the lines of lack of conscience, no sense of humor and zero human empathy.

Well, it certainly seems that mankind learns nothing from history, so why should individuals learn anything from their own experience?" "I'm no expert, but that sounds like spurious logic to me.

You couldn't get to a certain age without attracting a lot of clutter. But why did it always have to get in the way? Why couldn't you just shrug it off and get on with life? Why was misery so easy to embrace and joy so bloody elusive?

Nice state of affairs, isn't it," said Hepplethwaite, "when a man has to indulge his vices by proxy.

Raymond Chandler," said Hepplethwaite with a sly grin. "General Sternwood at the beginning of The Big Sleep. One of my favorite films. Bogey as Philip Marlowe. Must have seen it about twenty times. Know it by heart.

I've never been a good liar, except to myself.

Any idea where he might go if he did run away? Did he talk

Our doubts are traitors / And make us lose the good we oft might win / By fearing to attempt.

All she knew was what she read in the papers, where it seemed that people no longer lived their lives, but had life-styles instead.

about how we are all "emigrants from a country we remember too little of," how important to us are the fragments we do remember clearly and how we spend our time trying to reconstruct ourselves from these.

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It was the feel of the cigarette between his fingers he wanted, the sharp intake of tobacco smoke into the lungs, not some slow oozing of poison through his skin into his blood. Pity about the health problems. He felt rather like St. Augustine must have felt when he wrote in his Confessions: "Give me chastity and continency—but not yet!

He watched Clint Eastwood for a while. He had never much enjoyed cop films or cop programs on television, but watching right here and now, he could identify with Dirty Harry tracking down the villains and dealing with them his own way. He had meant what he said to Blackstone. A few minutes alone with Pamela Jeffreys's attackers and they would know what police brutality was all about.

Religious people are often the most violent.

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Murder is the one crime that can't be put right. It upsets the balance. The dead can't be restored like stolen property; death doesn't heal like physical or emotional scars left by assault or rape. It's final. The end...