Quotes About Observation

A wise man -- a cop named Capslock -- once observed that he'd never seen a murder with a large sum of money attached to it, in which the money wasn't important. On the other hand, Virgil hadn't ever seen a murder that involved an intense sexuality in which sexuality wasn't involved.

The woman had thick plastic glasses and looked up at them, eyes large as eggs behind the lenses, and asked, "Jeez, who got murdered?

MICHAELA BOWDEN was a tall woman, thin, ramrod-straight, brown hair with copper highlights, attractive in a front-office way. She was talking to a small group of fawning locals, called a couple of them by name. Lucas picked out a half-dozen security people, four men, two women, within twenty feet of her. Every one of them eye-clicked Lucas, maybe smelling a guy with a gun, though he wasn't wearing one. When they saw Clay pulling him along, they looked elsewhere.

LUCAS WATCHED THE GATE roll back and caught the two clear lenses, and two black glassy spots, one of each on the stone gate pillars, on either side of the driveway. Camera lenses and infrared alarm sensors. The security would be excellent. And the hard drives on the security cameras could be gotten with a search warrant: something to know.

What!" Schiffer blurted, not a question. Lucas had been watching Carver and Dannon again, and again, their eyes were blank; if they'd been lizards, Lucas thought, a nictitating membrane might have dropped slowly across them.

He looked terrific. Not that any women would notice: they'd be too busy talking to each other on their fucking cell phones.

So they were here sometime before ten, but we don't know how long before, and they were gone before eleven," Robertson said. Robertson was sartorially distinct from his partner, wearing a blue-striped Façonnable long-sleeved dress shirt, dark blue slender jeans with the cuffs rolled up a half inch, and tan lace-up shoes; Lucas envied him the shoes. "We have a call on Likely's phone, to Baker, at nine o'clock, so he was alive then.

Inside the tree line, she pulled a pair of starlight goggles over her head. They were military issue, and she'd had to pay nine thousand dollars for them six years before. With the goggles over her eyes, the world turned green and speckled: but she could see.

THEY SAT LOOKING at the pictures for a few seconds, then Sloan said

I don't watch porn," Cooper snapped. Loma shrugged. "Okay, it's a free country." Lucas glanced at Virgil, who was glancing at him: Virgil lifted an eyebrow and Lucas nodded. They agreed. Cooper watched porn, and probably, Lucas thought, girl on girl. Shouldn't lie about it when you have professional lie detectors listening in.

Virgil had read once that Grandma Moses was a primitive painter because she thought snow was white. The writer said if you really looked at it, snow was hardly ever white. It mostly was a gentler version of the color of the sky - blue, gray, orange in the evenings and mornings, often with purple shadows. When he looked, sure enough, the guy was right, and Grandma Moses had her head up her ass.

You don't mess with astronomers, Joe.

Pacific time was two hours ahead of Central time

He likes to know things. He checks out book and record collections when he visits people, looks in medicine cabinets, takes inventory in refrigerators. He eaves drops on conversations at public phone booths. He reads murder victims' mail.

It's a mixed crowd at the dogs - black, white, hispanic - but to Walt they all look like Jackie Gleason. Heavyset guys with big plans and polyester souls.

It's hard to sell the official story to people who can see things for themselves.

Also, you may find the color blue giving you a migraine for the next couple of days. Blue. Yeah. We don't know why it happens, we just know it does. When it does, just look at something not blue for a while. You know the sky is blue, right? Yes. Stay indoors. Don't look up.

I find some amusement at the idea of you as a child, of you reaching no higher than my waist, of you big-eyed, and your big head wobbly on your neck, looking at the world with curiosity if not comprehension, needing to wait years to know enough to know how little you know.

You're very good with children," the woman said, noting Sorvalh's responses and tone. "I spend my days dealing with human diplomats," Sorvalh said. "Children and diplomats can be remarkably similar.

When he's done, he turns to Holmes and says 'What does the night sky tell you, Holmes?' And Holmes says, 'That some bastard has stolen our tent!

That's why you have a partner," Vann said. "So you can vent at me. Afterward. Now, come on. Let's get back to work." "Where to now?" "I want to get a better look at that hotel room," Vann said, and sucked on her cigarette. "Trinh hustled us through it pretty quickly. I'm ready for a slow dance.

Awareness is the key to surviving on a motorcycle. Always be aware of your surroundings, and actively scan your surroundings at all times.

I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.

I wonder how many people I have looked at all my life and never really seen.