Quotes About Investigation

The activities that went on at Camp King between 1946 and the late 1950s have never been fully accounted for by either the Department of Defense or the CIA.

I happen to write a lot of stories that make Kissinger look bad. I'd rather that the stories weren't true, but they all happen to be true.

We journalists don't have to step on roaches. All we have to do is turn on the kitchen light and watch the critters scutter.

When I was about, I'd say, 18 or 19 years old, I wanted to be a part of the CIA just because they know those intimate secrets... So I was just always into knowing. I like to know things.

No crime lab in the world looks like the 'CSI' ones because there's simply not the money for all those fancy machines.

All of my books tend to be about things going on in labs that you wouldn't really expect.

wondered if the washer still had dried blood in the crevasses.

Dude, got eyes? I'm collecting evidence." [...] "In Ziploc bags." "I think they're Glad." "They look impartial to me.

In the year since the day I got on a plane to fly to Dublin, determined to find my sister's killer and bring him to justice, I've learned that you can discover just as much from what people don't say to you, as what they do. It's not enough to listen to their words. You have to mine their silences for buried ore. It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

Curious lass, aren't you? I suspect it oft gets the best of you.

Sometimes, where there's smoke, there's only smoke.)

The belief in a political Utopia is especially dangerous. This is possibly connected with the fact that the search for a better world, like the investigation of our environment, is (if I am correct) one of the oldest and most important of all the instincts.

What are you looking for?" Wade asks, seeing me peer under his couch. "Huh?" I turn back to him. "Oh, uh…I'm just checking out the rest of the place." I suddenly feel Eva rustle around in her bag. When I look down, she peeks out at me with sleepy eyes and then lazily glances over at Wade. When she sees the Muppets hanging on the wall behind him, she cocks her head

Perhaps this is the purpose of detective investigations, real and fictional -- to transform sensation, horror and grief into a puzzle, and then to solve the puzzle, to make it go away. 'The detective story,' observed Raymond Chandler in 1949, 'is a tragedy with a happy ending.' A storybook detective starts by confronting us with a murder and ends by absolving us of it. He clears us of guilt. He relieves us of uncertainty. He removes us from the presence of death.

We cannot go into court with merely suspicions; we must get facts.

Gabrielle Lord

TAMERLANE AND OTHER POEMS. BY A BOSTONIAN. Crayon marks scar the cover. Lambiase doesn't know what to make of it. His cop brain clicks in, formulating the following questions: (1) Is this A.J.'s stolen Tamerlane? (2) Why would Tamerlane be in Ismay's possession? (3) How did Tamerlane get covered in crayon and who did the coloring? Maya? (4) Why would Tamerlane be in a backpack with Maya's name on it?

Someone stole Tamerlane," A.J. says. "What's Tamerlane?" "It's a book. It's a very valuable book.

They seemed to forget that the increase of known truths stimulates the investigation, establishment and growth of the arts; not their dimination or destruction.

Curiosities provoke people to investigate further, just as coincidences do. The initial "What's going on here?" reaction doesn't contain the insight, but it starts the person on the road to gaining the insight.

The only thing that any of the two-dozen-plus gumshoes could come up with was a photograph of the president smoking a cigarette after telling the country he had quit that habit.

Science is delighted frustration. It is about asking questions, to which the answers may be unavailable – now, or perhaps ever. It is about noticing regularities, asserting that these regularities must have natural explanations and searching for those explanations.

I don't need answers to everything. I want to have answers to find.

Curiosity is a terrible thing, he was thinking. How is it possible to stop oneself from needing to know?