Quotes About Interrogation

because love is continual interrogation. I don't know of a better definition of love.

Love is a continual interrogation. I don't know of a better definition of love.

Love is a constant interrogation.

Only her husband had kept asking her questions, because love is a continual interrogation. I don't know of a better definition of love.

It is a tragicomic fact that our proper upbringing has become an ally of the secret police. We do not know how to lie. The Tell the truth! imperative drummed into us by our mamas and papas functions so automatically that we feel ashamed of lying even to a secret policeman during an interrogation. It is simpler for us to argue with him or insult him (which makes no sense whatever) than to lie to his face (which is the only thing to do).

The only person who had ever really interrogated her was her husband, and that was because love is a constant interrogation.

love is a continual interrogation. I don't know of a better definition of love.

When you sit face to face with someone who is pleasant, respectful, and polite, you have a hard time reminding yourself that nothing he says is true, that nothing is sincere. Maintaining nonbelief (constantly, systematically, without the slightest vacillation) requires a tremendous effort and the proper training-in other words, frequent police interrogations.

Scepticism does not abolish the world, it turns it into questions.

My God, it had been so long since anyone had asked her about anything! It seemed like an eternity! Only her husband had kept asking her questions, because love is a continual interrogation.

so, what are you in for? MANSLAUGHTER!!! I SLAUGHTERED A MAN!! JUST LIKE A PIG!!! PUT HIM ON A SPIT AND PUT AN APPLE IN HIS MOUTH!!!!

Science is more than a body of knowledge. It is a way of thinking; a way of skeptically interrogating the universe with a fine understanding of human fallibility. If we are not able to ask skeptical questions, to interrogate those who tell us that something is true, to be skeptical of those in authority, then, we are up for grabs for the next charlatan (political or religious) who comes rambling along.

Skepticism does not sell well.

Pre-scientific people are people. Individually they are as clever as we are. Field interrogation of informants from a different culture is not always easy.

I get it,' said the prisoner. 'Good Cop, Bad Cop, eh?' If you like.' said Vimes. 'But we're a bit short staffed here, so if I give you a cigarette would you mind kicking yourself in the teeth?

Who shall I shoot? You choose. Now, listen very carefully: where's your coffee? You've got coffee, haven't you? C'mon, everyone's got coffee! Spill the beans!

I'm in the business, as a journalist, of asking tough questions.

Where. Is. He?" Alphonse repeated, although it sounded more like "Don't make me eat your face.

Who the hell are you?' A.J. asks the baby.

You better fucking tell us where your little buddies are, or I am going to kick your uterus out, you fucking cunt.

What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?

I luv the ded, this old baster sez to me when I wiz tryin to get some innfurmashin out ov him. You fukin old pervirt I sez, gettin a bit fed up by this time enyway, an slit his throate; ah asks you whare the fukin Sleeping Byootie woz, no whit kind of humpin you lyke.

Boia is trying to force Simon to talk. Nowak is trying to keep the exhibit a secret.

For, or so they whispered, she would take the camp-stool and draw it up close below the face of the man or woman that hung down over the edge of the interrogation table. Then she would squat down on the stool and and look into the face and quietly say 'No. 1' or 'No. 10' or 'No. 25' and the inquisitors would know what she meant and they would begin. And she would watch the eyes in the face a few inches away from hers and breathe in the screams as if they were perfume.