Quotes About Suspicion

Universals bring us together not by imposing a common structure on us but by revealing that we share what we don't have and can never have. The fact that no one can have a universal—no one possesses freedom or equality—is the source of their emancipatory quality. Universals are not possessions to have or lose or give away. We don't have to be suspicious of the universals because no one can ever impose them on us, even if someone wanted to.

Oh, Mrs. Churchill, do come over, someone has killed father.

There is no proletarian, not even a Communist movement, that has not operated in the interests of money, and for the time being permitted by money - and that without the idealists among its leaders having the slightest suspicion of the fact.

It's not that I don't trust you, Dunstable, it's simply that I don't trust you.

Percy felt for his complaisant friend something of the annoyance which a householder feels for the watchdog whom he finds fraternizing with the burglar.

I don't like the way he looks at you." My stomach lurched. "What do you mean? How does he look at me?" "Like you're not a student and he's not a teacher.

She frowned at him. That sounds vaguely like a threat. It's not vague and it's not a threat. It's clearly blackmail.

I don't want to wrong anybody, so I won't go so far as to say that she actually wrote poetry, but her conversation, to my mind, was of a nature calculated to excite the liveliest of suspicions. Well, I mean to say, when a girl suddenly asks you out of a blue sky if you don't sometimes feel that the stars are God's daisy-chain, you begin to think a bit.

Has anybody ever seen a drama critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good.

There's no getting away from the fact that, if ever a man required watching, it's Steggles. Machiavelli could have taken his correspondence course.

I have always had a suspicion that Aunt Dahlia, while invariably matey and bonhomous and seeming to take pleasure in my society, has a lower opinion of my intelligence than I quite like. Too often it is her practice to address me as 'fathead', and if I put forward any little thought or idea or fancy in her hearing it is apt to be greeted with the affectionate but jarring guffaw.

must explain Henry early, to avoid disappointment. If I simply said he was a detective, and let it go at that, I should be obtaining the reader's interest under false pretences. He was really only a sort of detective, a species of sleuth. At Stafford's International Investigation Bureau, in the Strand

Look at the tall, thin one with the face like a motor-mascot. Has he ever done an honest day's work in his life? No! A prowler, a trifler, and a blood-sucker! And I bet he still owes his tailor for those trousers!

I don't believe for one moment that I killed him [...] But if I didn't, somebody else did. I must appoint myself Investigator. I must catch this malefactor, this pig. And if at any time it looks as if I am going to catch myself, I can always accept my resignation.

I didn't have a motive. I didn't to it. You did. What are you writing? Motive - Don't know. What do you mean Don't know ? I tell you I hadn't got one. Put None. You must have one. If you kill people without one, you're mad.

but my schadenfreude was dampened by the knowledge that if Detective Hernandez didn't have it in for me before, she sure as shootin' did now.

Wulfe leaned in. Where did you send Ms. Benoit? Disneyland. Who knows my connection to the Zetas? The US Marshall Service, SWAT, my dentist, Oprah--- How did you know we were coming? Clearly, someone tipped you off. That guy. Zach points with a jerk of his head toward of of Wulfe's minions. The man looked uncertainly at Wulfe, taking a step backward. He text me just before you stepped in the elevator.

I would always be a better hater of things and institutions than a lover of them.

Paranoia has a sharper taste if the danger is real.

He shook his head. "I don't believe I know the name." "She's new in town." Angel shifted the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder. "I'm investigating Phillip's death. Actually, I came down here to talk to Greg Johansson, but no one was at his office." "I imagine Greg's

Was life, were human relations like this always, Therese wondered. Never solid ground underfoot. Always like gravel, a little yielding, noisy so the whole world could hear, so one always listened, too, for the loud, harsh step of the intruder's foot.

Patricia Highsmith

Was life, were human relations like this always, Therese wondered. Never solid ground underfoot. Always like gravel, a little yielding, noisy so the whole world could hear, so one always listened, too, for the loud, harsh step of the intruder's foot.

Beyond Sicily came Greece. He definitely wanted to see Greece. He wanted to see Greece as Dickie Greenleaf with Dickie's money, Dickie's clothes, Dickie's way of behaving with strangers. But would it happen that he couldn't see Greece as Dickie Greenleaf? Would one thing after another come up to thwart him—murder, suspicion, people? He hadn't wanted to murder, it had been a necessity.