Quotes About Observation

he was able by dint of concentration to observe, within three inches of his keyholed eye, an eye which was not his, being not only a different colour to his own iron marble but being, which is more convincing, on the other side of the door.

patterns. They'd only been in its shade a few minutes when

I smoked and looked down at the bottom of Pittsburgh for a little while, watching the kids playing tiny baseball, the distant figures of dogs snatching at a little passing car, a miniature housewife on her back porch shaking out a snippet of red rug, and I made a sudden, frightened vow never to become that small, and to devote myself to getting bigger and bigger and bigger.

She was a large, boneless woman who draped herself like an old blanket over the chairs of the apartment, staring for hours with her gray eyes at ghosts, figments, recollections, and dust caught in oblique sunbeams, her arms streaked and pocked like relief maps of vast planets, her massive calves stuffed like forcemeat into lung-colored support hose. She was quixotically vain about her appearance and spent an hour each morning making up her face.

luck was really stubbornness married to a knack for observation, a fluid sense of the truth, a sharp ear for lies, and a deeply suspicious nature. They'd

I like the way she dances. She shows a heavy Pharaonic influence, I'd say, in the elbows. With perhaps just a soupçon of Snoopy in the feet.

He checks with the mandolin man on the roof; there is always a man on the roof with a semiautomatic mandolin.

the greater involution and deeper patina of her left tooth in comparison to the right, the skeptical cast

Maybe God doesn't want this tower," my grandmother theorized. She was standing in the middle of the living room, holding my grandfather's coat and briefcase and the crumpled mess of his newspaper. "Because from the top of it, people they can look inside of His house and see He is a big pork.

man coming toward him over the ice, watching

People notice only what you tell them to notice," he said. "And then only if you remind them.

There were elegantly made up women sitting on bus benches who were not really women and not really waiting for buses.

The tunnel was the place where vision narrows and the investigator sees only the bird in hand.

Joseph O'Leary, 55, of Berwyn, PA

He didn't understand why he always saw people typing feverishly on their phones. He was sure it was some sort of warning, a sign of the decline

Bosch remembered that they had driven out to Malibu to eat breakfast at a place called Marmalade and afterward had watched the surfers at a nearby beach.

She watched the clock like the owner of a candy store watches the fat kids.

A veces creo que conozco a los desconocidos mejor que a nadie, mejor que a mí mismo. Aprendo mucho de la gente en mi trabajo. A veces pienso que ni siquiera tengo vida. Solo tengo la vida de los demás…

watching the two detectives from the next room.

night before. His appreciation for the game had dropped markedly in recent years. He used the newspaper section mostly as a blind so that he could hold it up and appear to be reading while he was actually looking at Rachel. Other than the longer hair, she had changed little since he had last been with her. Still vibrantly attractive with an intangible sense of damage about her. It was in the eyes. They weren't the hardened

Just coffee," Bosch said. "You already ate?" Wish said when the waitress went away. "Uh, no. But I'm fine." "You don't eat much, I can tell.

DSS—didn't see shit.

morning when I left. I checked my car for a GPS tag and yet somehow Creighton's following me up Laurel Canyon Boulevard." "Maybe it

The minute we look, we cease being afraid.