Quotes About Investigation

Jan Bondeson collected dozens of them for his witty and admirably researched book Buried Alive.

Me encantaba investigar lo que ocurría en el mundo... ella prefería ocuparse en perseguir las etéreas creaciones de los poetas. El mundo era para mí un secreto que deseaba desvelar... para ella era un espacio que deseaba poblar con sus propias imaginaciones.

Did you hear what they told me?' 'I did.' 'What am I supposed to put in my report? That I arrested the twelve Apostles because they were traveling without passports?

DETECTION HAS MANY METHODS, MANY PATHWAYS, NARROW AND subtle. Fingerprints. The lost piece of thread. The dog barking in the night. But there is also Google.

For anyone who has ever dreamed of finding a body in the library. - Dedication of Truly Devious

I dumped out the bag and found what had been inside was a bunched-up police uniform, complete with the vest. Where did you get this? Boo asked. It's Callum's, he said. What's he wearing? At the moment, not much of anything. Put it on. I noticed Book perk up a bit at this piece of information.

Did you hear? he asked. They found another body around nine this morning. It's the Ripper, definitely. Good morning, I replied. Morning. Listen to this. The second victim...

I've got a murder mansion, a house full of suspects, a pile of evidence, and nothing.

Most high school students have hobbies. Some play music. Some play sports. Some write , or draw or make things. Stephanie ( Stevie ) Bell solves CRIME

The thing about looking just a little bit means it's really easy to look a little bit more.

Three: Izzy made it sound like Stevie was Wikipedia Holmes, a walking, talking, deducing database that ate true crime and spat out justice.

Yeah. She said that there was weird shit in the walls at Ellingham. Things and hollow spaces. Stuff. She'd found things. Shit in the walls.

Yes, she still smelled a bit of night funk, but that was fine. Sometimes detectives smell like night funk.

Until Frances Glessner Lee] It used to be that when someone died, there was no set method for examining the body and the scene. All kinds of people would be sent who had no formal training, and they'd contaminate the scene. Sometimes people would be accused of murder when it was an accident and the other way around

My project . . . is solving the case." "Solving it?" Charles said, cocking his head. "Doing a report on it?" "No," she said. "I mean . . . figuring out what happened." Charles removed his glasses, folded them, and leaned back in his chair. "That's a fairly tall order

This report claims that after the kidnapping and murders, Albert Ellingham rewrote his will, leaving his fortune to anyone who could find his daughter, dead or alive, provided they were not responsible for the crimes.

I know what it's like when you can't solve something. It takes over your mind. She used her skills as a researcher and she got records and reports. She couldn't tell the rest of you what she was doing, because she had no idea who to trust. She kept her investigation hidden from everyone, but then she had to get an operation, and she's given painkillers. The painkillers made her loopy.

Questions give us no rest.

her eyes narrowed as she searched my face like a doctor examining a patient for symptoms.

La mayoría elegiríamos a un médico que esté dispuesto a investigar si el diagnóstico podría ser el peor posible, en vez de uno que llegue enseguida a la conclusión de que todo está fenomenal.

Why revere the unknowable? Why not find out what it is?

No reporter worth his buttons will let the facts intrude on a good story.

Scientists are not like other people, sir. We cannot slam our portals. We have to follow evidence where it leads, even if no one likes that place. Even if it suggests that all we have ever believed might be mistaken.

Bruce ate a mouthful of eggs and meditated. 'I wonder how many of the great heroes of history would turn out to be a slow runner, if you ever investigated the circumstances.