Quotes About Detective

I love crime, I love mysteries, and I love ghosts.

She shook her head. 'We may be a small town, Detective Jackson, but we can walk and chew gum at the same time.

Wow," he said, his voice as sarcastic as before. "I had no idea I was related to such an accomplished detective. Is that where you were the past couple of days? Doing undercover work? Tell me, Detective Oliviera, what else did you and your CSI team learn during your amazing investigation?" "She learned," Mr. Liu said, taking a menacing step forward, "that boys who smart off to ladies often get slapped.

Fleeing the premises? Detective Canavan echos sarcastically. Have you been watching Castle again? It's a reasonable question, I say. And Castle 's a very good show.

On a whiteboard, a detective had written Tips called in: 452. Tips cleared: GET TO WORK.

The Yard needs a young man for this, someone who's not afraid of tramping through muck to look at dead bodies and figure out how they got that way. He cast an apologetic sidelong glance at Miss Frost. I positively thrive on reports of gruesome murder, she said.

A blacksmith can go anywhere. A detective inspector only goes where the dead bodies are." "But there aren't any dead people here today." Mina glanced over her shoulder at the chest Newberry carried. "That's why I brought my own.

We could also come to the question of motive, although as any good detective will tell you, you need to find the means first, then the opportunity, all bolstered by evidence, and then you will have the motive without needing to look for it. You don't immediately go about accusing every random person who has motive to kill someone." He chuckled. "If you did that, you'd be arresting a great many innocent people.

In detective land, you have to deal with a lot of intense emotions, so you yourself have to remain mostly unemotional and detached. These are people, like law enforcement and surgeons, in professions that don't have the luxury of being able to be emotional or to break down. In my line of work, it's almost a requirement.

I enjoy doing the research of nonfiction; that gives me some pleasure, being a detective again.

I loved Sherlock Holmes as a kid, but I remember being disappointed when he'd come up with these simple explanations for these complex mysteries.

His great love, however, was the detective story, which he described as "the one dependable and unfailing anodyne in a world so realistically murderous that fictive murder becomes refuge and retreat.

The flâneur is not attracted to the city's official realities but to its dark seamy corners, its neglected populations—an unofficial reality behind the façade of bourgeois life that the photographer "apprehends," as a detective apprehends a criminal.

Brother Cadfael was invented by Ellis Peters," I explained. "He's a fictional twelfth-century monk who grows herbs and solves murders.

what the hell did you do to Detective Dean? She talks about you like she thinks you're the devil. Did you really tell her the Partridge Family were potential suspects?" I cleared my throat. "That was a misunderstanding." "She thinks you're deliberately trying to make fools out of them." I said shortly, "It wouldn't be hard. But no.

There is a sequence in my 'Detective Comics' run where you can't find consecutive issues by the same artist. That's intentional. That was done on purpose.

slightly agape, the hair pulled off the face. The woman appeared to be around forty. Even without benefit of color, he had seen enough postmortem photos to know what he was studying. "Rina

Conscience is the detective that watches the direction of our steps and decries every conscious transgression.

The French Connection?

Most of the blood—nearly all of it, really—belonged to the victim, Rick Collins," Berleand said. His voice was measured now, as if he were trying to wade his way through whatever he was about to tell us. "That's hardly a surprise." We

The Gray Ghost, by Seckatary Hawkins.

Either as a detective I was a good sofa-pillow crocheter, or else I was playing in the identical luck of the piccolo player when the eccentric millionaire filled up the instruments of each member of the German band with $5 gold pieces.

There came this point where I sat down with all my notebooks and I had to start to write, when I thought: this whole notion of writing for the person who understands nothing, the average reader... He has to die! I can't have him in my head. And so the person I started writing for was the homicide detective.

I have never been able to read Agatha Christie - the pleasure is purely in the puzzle, and the reader is toyed with by someone who didn't decide herself who the killer was until the end of the writing.