Quotes About Suspicion

He hates having people around." Then how does he expect to find his next murder victim? Scamp inquired. Unless it's Jaycie . . .

I'm always suspicious of really beautiful women telling us we shouldn't be worried about beauty.

How did you know?' she asked as he sat her on her feet inside the door. 'I didn't. This was just in case.' he lied, this man who'd had women pursuing him since his adolescence…

Suspicion, like bread, rises rapidly in a warm environment.

And incidents of clandestine cake mix use were not isolated! Busybodies excused themselves from parties just long enough to rifle through the kitchen trash cans for empty cake mix boxes.

The American Protective League, of course. We keep an eye out for German sympathizers, slackers, shows of antipatriotism. That sort of thing. It's important work.

I envy paranoids; they actually feel people are paying attention to them.

She gave me a slightly sinister smile.

The killer might do it again and then we could start to put things together. Leave our minds open, let what we know work its way round our brain. Some smart detective might pick up something.

I never paid much attention to cops before, and if I did, I saw them as adversaries. Not unlike the way Detective Malloy sees women.

I used to think, what other job in the world is as good as being a detective?

Haymitch said you'd take a lot of convincing.

Coriolanus felt sure he'd spotted his first mockingjay, and he disliked the thing on sight.

confirma mis sospechas de que los hemos

Somehow I don't think he's talking about Rue. She didn't drop a nest of tracker jackers on him.

I search my heart, but at the moment the only person I can feel creeping up on me is Snow.

Me, who won't cooperate. Beetee, an older inventor from 3, who I rarely see because he was pulled into weapons development the minute he could sit upright. Literally, they wheeled his hospital bed into some top secret area and now he only occasionally shows up for meals.

You do have the sense that we might be under surveillance here.

The Head Peacekeeper comes back with more instructions for the population. It seems that this evening there was an unfortunate incident where a crowd beat to death a young man who resembled Peeta. Henceforth, all rebel sightings are to be reported immediately to authorities, who will deal with the identification and arrest of the suspect. They show a photo of the victim. Apart from some obviously bleached curls, he looks about as much like Peeta as I do. "People

notice the lines that have formed between Peeta's eyebrows. He has guessed or he has been told. But the Capitol has not killed or even punished him.

That I shouldn't have trusted him," says Peeta.

Tom entered Juliet's House as furtively as a spy, although most spies would have known not to glance over their shoulders every two seconds to see if they were being followed, or to jump when the woman selling tickets asked for money, or to dart past her as if they were making a run for the border.

My eyes are trained on the trees, but my heart begins to race. "Maybe it's time you try," I say. I'm not in denial; I've always known Realm was hiding something. But now, here, I'm scared of what he has to say.

I realized that we were all sort of conspiring, well, not conspiring against each other, but all this cloak and dagger stuff and I was like; what is this?