Quotes About Rebus

It was a rebus of heartbreak, misfortune a dog could parse.

Ian Rankin's Rebus is the king of modern British crime fiction. He is dour, determined, and constantly falls foul of his seniors. For all this, we root for him. He is eminently loveable, a quixotic hero moving through the darker half of a Jekyll and Hyde Edinburgh.

The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling, and sewn with rebus threads. Most of the time, the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on. But everythign has its cause and its meaning. Every life, every love, every action and feeling and thought has its reason and significance: its beginning, and the part it plays in the end. Sometimes, we do see.

The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling, and sewn with rebus threads. Most of the time, the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on. But everything has its cause and its meaning. Every life, every love, every action and feeling and thought has its reason and significance: its beginning, and the part it plays in the end.

I wrote 'Knots and Crosses,' the first of the Rebus books, not even realising that I was writing crime fiction.

In the days to come the frail black rebuses of blood in those sands would crack and break and drift away so that in the circuit of few suns all trace of the destruction of these people would be erased.

Rebus lifted a Guardian

One of the other patients at the respiratory clinic had used a phrase – 'managed decline' – and it had stuck with Rebus. To him, it seemed to sum up his whole life since retirement, and maybe even before.

He wasn't management, but that didn't mean he wasn't skilled. Quite the opposite, in Rebus's experience.

Rebus nodded and made to follow, his gaze drifting to an engraved invitation on the marble mantelpiece. It was from the Royal College of Surgeons, something to do with a dinner at Surgeons' Hall. 'Black/white tie and decorations' it said along the bottom. The only decorations he had were in a box in his hall cupboard. They went up every Christmas, if he could be bothered.

Rebus stopped her and turned to Chilton. 'Why isn't Neil

Suddenly you've got a twinkle in your eye," Smith noted. "Might be the onset of cataracts," Rebus explained. Then: "Bell's definitely from Glasgow?

like he could use a good meal. Rebus had seen more meat on a butcher's pencil.

Rebus was eating breakfast in the canteen and wishing there was more caffeine in the coffee, or more coffee in the coffee come to that.

Rebus drank his coffee and felt his head spin. He was feeling like the detective in a cheap thriller, and wished that he could turn to the last page and stop all his confusion, all the death and the madness and the spinning in his ears.

It's easier if you do a handstand,' commented Rebus. 'What is?' 'Talking out of your arse.

With cities, it is as if with dreams: everything imaginable can be dreamed, but even the most unexpected dream is a rebus that conceals a desire or, its reverse, a fear.

Tutto l'immaginabile può essere sognato ma anche il sogno più inatteso è un rebus che nasconde un desiderio, oppure il suo rovescio, una paura. Le città come i sogni sono costruite di desideri e di paure, anche se il filo del loro discorso è segreto, le loro regole assurde, le prospettive ingannevoli, e ogni cosa ne nasconde un'altra.