Quotes About Suspicion

It's that I no longer know where I am. I seem to move around perfectly easily among people, to have perfectly normal relations with them. Is it possible, I ask myself, that all of them are participants in a crime of stupefying proportions? Am I fantasizing it all? I must be mad! Yet every day I see the evidences. The very people I suspect produce the evidence, exhibit it, offer it to me. Corpses. Fragments of corpses that they have bought for money.

Wellsie frowned. I'd like you to stay away from him, okay? He's...not right in a lot of ways. Do you know what I mean? Actually, John wasn't so sure about that. Yeah, the guy was enough to make you think fondly of the boogeyman sometimes, but clearly he wasn't all bad.

Hey, no offense, but do you mind if you put both your palms where I can see 'em?

I'm still convinced you're doing my GTO, you bastard.

That cat was a traitor. And if by some miracle she lived through the night, he was getting downgraded to Tender Vitals.

What, like you didn't think I'd have a second knife? Fucking idiot.

The old-school Italians turned out to be a lot like Shadows: closed off to outsiders, proud of their traditions, suspicious of people they didn't know. But once you were in with them? Once you proved yourself and were accepted? They were so loyal and generous it was almost like they weren't humans at all. In fact, to him, proper Italians had become a subspecies apart from the other rats without tails on the planet.

Sola went back over to the drapes that he wouldn't let her open. Jesus, it was like living with a bunch of vampires in this house, everything buttoned up during the daylight hours. Then again, that was the way of drug dealers. Night owls, the lot of them.

With regard to threats against you. I would care to apprise you of a certain individual you would be wise to watch with care." Wrath cocked an eyebrow over the rim of his wraparound. "Do tell.

The two of them paused at the first of the three steps up onto the front porch. Man, some open doors were not welcoming, and that was so the case here—less hi-how're-ya, more come-in-so-your-skin-can-be-used-to-make-a-super-hero-cape-for-one-of-Hannibal-Lecter's-patients. Lash grinned. Whoever was in this house was so his peeps.

You're afraid of me.

The American police are involved in psychological warfare against those Americans who don't frighten them with imposing papers and threats. It's a Victorian police force; it peers out of musty windows and wants to inquire about everything, and can make crimes if the crimes don't exist to its satisfaction.

'Twisted' is similar to 'Pretty Little Liars' in that it's about trying to find out who did it, but it's more about the human relationships between characters and the strain that things can put on them. It's also a little bit of a social commentary piece, because it covers very timely issues.

'Animal Kingdom' was an amalgam of two people that I had met-slash-known, not particularly well. They were both very, very scary people for very different reasons.

Both oligarch and tyrant mistrust the people, and therefore deprive them of their arms.

In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

Two stops after I got on, these two unbelievable short people got on, and the way they were looking at me, I could tell. They wanted to bite my ankles!

This is the first rule of the last war:Trust No One

Your mind now, moldering like wedding-cake, heavy with useless experience, rich with suspicion, rumour, fantasy, crumbling to pieces under the knife-edge of mere fact. In the prime of your life.

And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.

Ideas that are at odds with the inherited collective wisdom of antiquity are always, on their face suspect.

The people who are suspicious of certain things are the very ones who are the most capable of doing that of which they are suspicious.

Never like anybody you can't trust, Cruz said. You might think you're a smart boy, you can like somebody and still keep your eyes open. But there's something about liking that dismays your attention, I don't know what it is. You allow yourself to like somebody you don't trust, and one night soon enough, you'll wake up to find an ax cleaved in the back of your skull, and you'll have your own foolish liking to thank for it.

You forget I know you as my own son, Michael. The eyes that follow Lady Beatrix are not those of a man who stalks his prey—at least, not for the killing.