Quotes About Crime

The 5th Amendment guarantees that defendants can't face 'double jeopardy,' which means the government can't prosecute a person a second time for the same crime if the jury returns a verdict. Only if the jury doesn't reach a decision can prosecutors elect to retry the case.

What's interesting is, say, the O.J. trial and when the verdict came out, and there were people who celebrated, and there were people who thought that he's guilty, and it's a crime. Those reactions tend to be filtered through our own experiences.

Here's the deal with 'Bastard.' I loved that show, and for me, it was such a palate cleanser, going from writing urban vernacular and crime to, essentially, iambic pentameter. I loved the mythology of that world based on history, but what it came down to was money.

Before 'Veronica Mars,' I was not, and probably am still not, much of a crime reader. My mom left out a copy of 'Helter Skelter' when I was 10, and I secretly read it, and then I spent all my teenage years afraid of hippies. I kept away from crime books for, like, ten years.

This was Miami, after all. People come home every day to find their TVs gone, their jewelry and electronics all taken away; their space violated, their possessions rifled, and their dog pregnant.

Hello there, officer, just out for a walk. Lovely evening for a dismemberment, isn't it?

There's lots of bad guys out there. I can't catch them all. To be truthful, she couldn't catch any of them unless they hurled themselves off a building and into the front seat of her car.

I find others, those who prey on the innocent and do not play by the rules, and I make them go away in small, carefully wrapped pieces.

I saw nothing I didn't expect to see at a crime scene: a small crowd gathered at the yellow tape, some uniforms guarding the perimeter, a few cheap-suited detectives, and my team, the forensic geeks, scrabbling through the bushes on their hands and knees. All perfectly normal to the naked eye. And so I turned to my infallible fully clothed interior eye for an answer.

So that meant that as long as the SA could believably present me as a pedophile, it was ipso facto proof that I was also a murderer. And

It's, um, you know," I said, feeling exceptionally awkward. "There's something unique about every murder, so you try to see what would make somebody do that.

Meanwhile, Deborah was looking over the two men Hood had brought in. "What happened to these two?" she said to Hood. He shrugged and looked preposterously innocent. "Whataya mean?" he said. Debs

They were all milling about in clusters, a kind of colloidal motion made up of groups—some doing question and answer, some forensics, and others just staring around for something important to do to justify the expense of driving over here and standing at a crime scene. Deborah

The police did not like to come to neighborhoods like this one, where the best they could hope for was hostile indifference.

James M. Cain (1892–1977) wrote two indisputable masterpieces, The Postman Always Rings Twice and Double Indemnity.

novels Cry Hard, Cry Fast (1955), Murdering the Wind (1956), Slam the Big Door (1960), A Flash of Green (1962), and the astonishingly good The End of the Night (1960) were among his finest work. There were also an imposing number of other paperback originals that were also first-rate crime stories—among them Dead, Low Tide (1953) and One Monday We Killed Them All (1961)

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the Matt Scudder novels (dark), including Eight Million Ways to Die, The Devil Knows You're Dead, and the Edgar-winning A Dance at the Slaughterhouse, and the Bernie Rhodenbarr mysteries (humorous), including The Burglar Who Thought He Was Bogart, and The Burglar Who Traded Ted Williams.

the man had stabbed his wife, Rostov's mother (though only in the face and only with a screwdriver, so hardly a problem).

Organized crime needed to wake up to the twenty-first century.

A few were journalists and one a novelist, who wanted to get it right. (Rhyme welcomed his presence; he himself was the subject of a series of novels based on cases he'd run and had written the author on several occasions about misrepresentations of real crime scene work. "Must you sensationalize?")

Erle Stanley Gardner

He Who Hesitates (1965), Blood Relatives (1975), Long Time No See (1977) and The Big Bad City (1999).

Anna Katharine Green