Quotes About Suspicion

The imagination is a cynic.

Stark: So, you think Mason knows I'm back. Vidocq: You just blew up his home. He might suspect something.

No. You open it." "You think I put a bomb in there? Maybe snakes? Maybe a snake bomb?

Juliette Stray is a bleach-blond Mamie Van Doren knockoff. She kisses cheeks left and right as she moves through the crowd. A big smile masks someone trying to look way too nice for it to be anything but protective coloring—like the pretty stripes on a coral snake. Better keep an eye on her. If things go bad, she'll be the one who puts the knife in.

Whatever happened to Michael?" "Oh, I killed him." "Thank you. What a complete dick." "He really was, wasn't he?" "The worst.

There is something mean in human nature that prefers to think evil, that gives a willing ear and a ready welcome to calumny, a sort of jealousy of goodness and greatness and things of good report.

During the Second World War a giant puffball was found under an oak tree in Kent, and was suspected of being a new kind of bomb (later it was labelled 'Hitler's Secret Weapon' and put on exhibition to raise funds for the war effort).

In a wired world, silence is suspicious.

Hunches are not to be sneezed at.

Beware the stranger offering gifts, as true for man as it is for fish

The desire to live in our imagination is driven by this suspicion that we're disembodied sensibilities cobbled into our bodies. That idea has infused most of human thought since the very beginning.

He a user?" Samson nodded. And a pusher. But we never proved it. Got him for possession, that's all. He worked the black cigar from one side of his wide mouth to the other

He has passed beyond the veil," I said. "He was shot in the head last night." This time I got a reaction. "Shot?" She caught herself and frowned at me. "What's your name? And just what do you want?" "Shell Scott. I'm a private detective, and I want to know all you can tell me about George Stone and Virginia Waring." "Out you go, boy.

When a fresh-faced guy in a Chevy offered him a lift, Parker told him to go to hell.

Something crossed her mind and, suddenly alert, she gave me the fish-eye. "I suppose you're one of Dorothy's gay-lib friends. Is that it? March up and down the street, make a commotion, get us all into this trouble?" "I guess I am," I said. "But I don't think I'll march today, Mrs. Stout. Not in this weather.

A gun. I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought.

Did you hotwire this car?" I then rephrased my question. "Did you STEAL this car?

But why would Victor and Robert take her? And how the hell did two old men subdue a teenage girl anyway?

Angeline's been hanging out with that dhampir. I just saw them walking off together. Is something going on with them?" "Which dhampir?" I asked. "The one with the fake British accent." "I don't think it's fake." "Well, whatever." Even I could read the jealousy in Trey's features. "What's up with them?" "Pretty sure there's nothing." "Then why are they always together?" Because she's trying to get over you, I thought.

No, but ..." But I had felt something from another person. Someone who spent time with Alec. The last card in my head flipped over. "I know who it is. It's him. That guy." "Of course," said Carter dryly. "I knew it was that guy. It's always that guy.

Then, as one hand tightened on me and his other ran gently over my hair, I noticed something. He didn't smell right.

They never expect the knife.

If they'd had proof of what he'd tried to do, Porfirio wouldn't have lived long enough to die in an explosion.

to hear what you and my mother were doing last night. I think