Quotes About Clues

sympathetic. "Look, Clyde. We never found Alyssa. And the way this case has unfolded . . . people are asking questions." "About what?

Sebastien had raised Jack Priest, and for all his fey flighty affection, Garrett's estimation of the young man was that he was a keenly trained observer, and one who knew that the most relevant clues were sometimes those that seemed incomprehensible at the time. And that that ostensible delicacy masked a galvanized will. She kept a terrier. She knew the type.

Niyara left you information you didn't know you had, and that's one reason we wanted you. But that's not the most important one.

The unofficial force—the Baker Street irregulars.

My name is Sherlock Holmes. It is my business to know what other people do not know.

Y al mirar de nuevo a la mujer, encontró reflejos dorados que parecían multiplicarse en silencios de mujer eterna, sin edad. En claves de todo cuanto el hombre ignora.

I was a big Nancy Drew reader. Nancy figures it out. Case closed.

I write in expectation that readers want to participate in a kind of two-sided game: They are trying to guess what I am up to - what the story's up to - and I'm giving them clues and matter to keep them interested without giving everything away at the start. Even the rules, if any, of the game are for the reader to discover.

The great thing about detective stories, in particular, the case can always be interesting as well as the characters.

I don't think that books are wondrous, magical things that come from nowhere. It's important that a book has clues about where and how it was written.

Honestly, it's a sad truth, but whenever a show is about to go off air, you start getting hints because the work environment and quality changes.

The very name of the thriller '89' suggests that there is suspense.

Mysteries include so many things: the noir novel, espionage novel, private eye novels, thrillers, police procedurals. But the pure detective story is where there's a detective and a criminal who's committed a murder and leaves clues for the detective and the careful reader to find.

With a thriller, you're going to have your red herrings, as different suspects are thrown up as possible culprits. You can only explore that for so long - if you do that more than a few times, it starts to get a little redundant.

Writing a mystery is like drawing a picture and then cutting it into little pieces that you offer to your readers one piece at a time, thus allowing them the chance to put the jigsaw puzzle together by the end of the book.

Working in the inexhaustible natural pageant before me, I came to wonder if the the artist who commands the landscape might in fact hold the key to the secrets of the human heart: place, personal history, and metaphor. Since my place and its story were givens, it remained for me to find those metaphors; encoded, half-forgotten clues within the southern landscape.

To them life is like a book with blank pages. But to the detective, it is an illuminated manuscript of mysteries.

You cannot follow another's footsteps to the truth," Silette wrote. "A hand can point the way. But the hand is not the teaching. The finger that points the way is not the way. The mystery is a pathless land, and each detective must cut her own trail through a cruel territory. "Believe nothing. Question everything. Follow only the clues.

Stick with me, kids. It's about to get so good... -A

Our archives are treasure troves - a testament to many lives lived and the complexity of the way we move forward. They contain clues to the real concerns of day-to-day life that bring the past alive.

Without archives many stories of real people would be lost, and along with those stories, vital clues that allow us to reflect and interpret our lives today.

Archive material is a fabulous starting point - individual documents are like signposted roads, heading to a variety of intriguing possibilities.

Seekers are offered clues all the time from the world of spirit. Ordinary people call these clues coincidences

Time is compressed like the fist I close on my knee... I hold inside it the clues and solutions and the power for what I must do now.