Quotes About Suspicion

David Baldacci

So why do you think he's involved?" This came from Agent Lafferty. Bogart turned to her, seemingly surprised that she had uttered actual words. Decker stared dead at her. "Because he's inexplicable. And I don't like people who are inexplicable.

that that won't be the case." "I don't trust

Was it a fire in the kitchen? No, a bomb in the basement.

Was it a fire in the kitchen? No, a bomb in the basement.

That illustrates my rule of thumb for reading history: View with suspicion any anecdote that makes a good enough story to have survived on its literary merits.

Let's kill the big one with the red whiskers then, another suggested. He looks like he might be troublesome, and he's probably too stupid to know anything useful. I want that one, Barak whispered.

Policemen seem to worry about unexplained bodies. It upsets their sense of neatness.

The sole exception to this suspicious taciturnity was a garrulous old gold hunter mounted on a donkey, who appeared out of the blue-tinged shadows under the trees one

Yes, I'm paranoid — but am I paranoid enough?

YES, I'M PARANOID—BUT AM I PARANOID ENOUGH?

I said I think I'm being followed.' 'Some men are born to lead, O.

I think at seventeen now I believe the only real monsters might be the type of liar where there's simply no way to tell. The ones who give nothing away.' 'But then how do you know they're monsters, then?' 'That's the monstrosity right there, Boo, I'm starting to think.' 'Golly Ned.' 'That they walk among us. Teach our children. Inscrutable. Brass-faced.

Who has not remarked the readiness with which the closest of friends and honestest of men suspect and accuse each other of cheating when they fall out on money matters? Everybody does it. Everybody is right, I suppose, and the world is a rogue.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger: But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Let me have men about me that are fat, ...Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights. Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look, He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous

There's daggers in men's smiles. The near in blood, The nearer bloody.

You are a villain! Iago: You are a senator!