Quotes About Detective

It's Major Ketchup in the bathroom with the laser scalpel. Hmm. He sliced a delicately herbed spear of asparagus. Obviously we were meant for each other as I can interpret that as you meaning something more like Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the candlestick.

Her killer wrote a note on that stationary. A note. Now Renquist's eyebrows lifted. Well. That was rather arrogant of him, wasn't it?

You'll stay in the surveillance vehicle and assist McNab. Any arguments from you, Detective? she said, looking at McNab. No. No, sir, Lieutenant. He patted Peabody on the back. You okay, honey? No honeys! Eve pulled at her hair. There are no honeys on an op, for sweet Christ's sake. Keep it up, just keep it up, and I'm having one of you transferred to Queens.

This piece of shit just propositioned the French detective. What's wrong with my translation program?'' ''Let me have a shot.'' Peabody came around the desk, began to fiddle as she studied the monitor. ''She's very attractive. Let's not blame the computer for trying.

Running a bit behind today," he told them. "Sent off for tox as you'd flagged that. Shouldn't take long." She glanced down at the body. Morris hadn't yet made his Y cut. "What can you tell me just from the visual?" "Lieutenant, this woman is dead." "Peabody, note that down. We've got a dead woman.

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Try to kiss me, Detective, you won't wake up for a week.

Holy f*ck the Brother announced, the butler did it?

I know what kind of things I myself have been irritated by in detective stories. They are often about one or two persons, but they don't describe anything in the society outside.

I had spent so many years on 'Law & Order: UK' being a downtrodden detective standing on Hammersmith Bridge at six o'clock in the morning, being rained and snowed on, and I thought, 'I'll have a bit of a change of direction in my career and go and do 'SunTrap' in Gran Canaria.'

If I'm home with no chore at hand, and a package of books has come, the television set and the chess board and the unanswered mail will have to manage without me if one of the books is a detective story.

If I've learned one thing today, it's that teenage girls make Moriarty look like a babe in the woods." Detective Stephen Moran

What I warn you to remember is that I am a detective. Our relationship with truth is fundamental but cracked, refracting confusingly like fragmented glass. It is the core of our careers, the endgame of every move we make, and we pursue it with strategies painstakingly constructed of lies and concealment and every variation on deception.

Every detective has a certain kind of case that he or she finds almost unbearable, against which the usual shield of practiced professional detachment turns brittle and untrustworthy. Cassie, though nobody else knows this, has nightmares when she works rape-murders; I, displaying a singular lack of originality, have serious trouble with murdered children; and, apparently, family killings gave Sam the heebie-jeebies. This case could turn out to be perfect for all three of us.

There's absolutely no evidence to indicate that. There never is. Homicidal satanic cults are the detective's version of yetis; no one has ever seen one and there is no proof that they exist, but one big blurry footprint and the media turn into a gibbering, foaming pack, so we have to act as though we take the idea at least semi-seriously.

It does that to you, being a detective. You look at blank space and see gears turning, motives and cunning; nothing looks innocent any more. Most times when you prove away the gears, the blank space looks lovely, peaceful. But that arm: innocent, it looked just as dangerous.

Guru-ji, I am the winner of the Super Sleuth World Federation of Detectives award for 1999. Also, I was on the cover of India Today magazine. It's a distinction no other

When you're a detective on the midnight shift, you don't have a specialty: you roll on any time they need a detective, whether it's big or small.

I was raised on John D. MacDonald's Travis McGee series. Something about this genre - hard-boiled-private-eye-with-heart-of-gold - never failed to take me away from whatever difficulties haunted my daily world to a wonderful land where I was no more than an enthralled spectator.

On the subject of motive, there are, generally speaking, six major motives for murder. Ready? They

To Parker's right, near Koenig, was Captain Henry Wydrzynski, Deputy Chief of Detectives with the Port Authority police. I'd met this guy a few times when I was an NYPD detective, and he seemed like an okay guy, except for his name, which looked like the third line of an eye chart. I mean, somebody should buy this guy a vowel.

A question of proof. That's a good title for a detective story, if you ever write one.

I read two mysteries a day when I was a kid. All of Agatha Christie, all of 'Sherlock Holmes.' I've seen every single British detective show ever made.