Quotes About Interrogation

Why you do dis to me, Dimmy?

Sharon shook her head. "He's never come here," she said. "And besides, he was in Boston that night at some convention." "He's a salesman?" asked Kinderman. "A lawyer.

looked up at the crucifix over the altar, and slowly his expression grew hard and demanding. What's your part in this monkey business? Will you answer? Do you want to call a lawyer? Shall I read you your rights? Take it easy. I'm your friend. I can get you protection. Just answer me a few little questions, all right?

After that, they simply beat me in a blind rage, but I was no longer interrogated. Had they kept it up, I might have said things that I didn't want to tell. None of us gave anyone away. I don't know whether you should pride yourself on that or not.

Ask me anything,

If you were a murderer, rapist or felon, it was the room where you were interrogated.

Stanley and Martin sat in the interrogation room across from Veronica and a lawyer named Bloodsucking Bastard.

Say what?" I demanded. "Are you threatening me?

People who asked questions didn't necessary like being asked questions.

Depression even confiscates my identity; but he always does that. Then Loneliness starts interrogating me, which I dread because it always goes on for hours. He's polite but relentless, and he always trips me up eventually. He asks if I have any reason to be happy that I know of. He asks why I am all by myself tonight, yet again.

They empty my pockets of any joy I had been carrying there. Depression even confiscate my identity; but he always does that. Then loneliness starts interrogating me, which I dread because it always goes on for hours.

And I withdrew into myself when I understood that they wanted to extract every thought in my head, one by one, like decayed teeth.

Truth always leaves a pleasure asking questions.

Body-waxing as a torture-slash-interrogation tactic is illegal under international law. FALSE. (But if the yells coming from Tina Walters's bathroom were any indication, it totally should be true.)

My only weapon is the question.

I didn't confess. I was interrogated. They acted like my answers were wrong. They told me I was wrong, that I didn't remember correctly, that I had to remember correctly. And if I didn't, I would never see my family.

I just want people to question everything. Question what your congressman is doing, your city council. Question what really happened during the Civil War. What happened during 9/11.

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

Abe shook his head, and now the smile was gone altogether. "That's not the reason either. Don't lie to me little girl." I felt my hackles going up. "And don't interrogate me, old man.

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

What's your name?" "What?" I asked, squinting at the light. "Your name." I recognized Dr. Olendzki peering over me. "You know my name." "I want you to tell me." "Rose. Rose Hathaway." "Do you know your birthday?" "Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?" Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off.

She and her mom used to visit him on lunch breaks and, in later years, she did her homework in an empty interrogation room while eavesdropping on the dispatch.

What a man doesn't know he can't spill if he is captured; neither drugs, nor torture, nor brainwash, nor endless lack of sleep can squeeze out a secret he doesn't possess.

here hadn't said he knew you, I'da run you in already. The