#detective

It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story. ↗

— Agatha Christie

#detective #detective story #itself #new #new york

Politicians should read science fiction, not westerns and detective stories. ↗

— Arthur C. Clarke

#detective stories #fiction #politicians #read #science

Very strange things comes to our knowledge in families, miss; bless your heart, what you would think to be phenomenons, quite ... Aye, and even in gen-teel families, in high families, in great families ... and you have no idea ... what games goes on! ↗

— Charles Dickens

#detectives #families #family-life #gentility #hidden-guilt

It's a very, very fascinating story for me, cause it's about a man who's been doing bad; bad things. And he's a father of four children in parochial school, he's a lieutenant of detectives, but he's in conflict with himself and with trying to do what's right. ↗

— Harvey Keitel

#bad #been #cause #children #conflict

After a while I got hungry and went to the kitchen. There was nothing to eat. I drank another beer and looked again, and found half a loaf of whole wheat bread behind the beer in the back of the refrigerator... ↗

— Robert B. Parker

#detectives #food #spenser #food

I play a detective, very close to myself actually. ↗

— Jon Voight

#close #detective #i #myself #play

As music migrates into our iPods, CD collections require less and less room, residing in our heads rather than resounding off the walls. The protracted labor of amassing a personal music library has lost its detective zeal. ↗

— James Wolcott

#collections #detective #heads #into #labor

The criminal is the creative artist; the detective only the critic. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#creativity #crime #critic #criticism #detectives

Bina, thank you. Bina, listen, this guy. His name wasn't Lasker. This guy-' She puts a hand to his mouth. She has not touched him in three years. It probably would be too much to say that he feels the darkness lift at the touch of her fingertips against his lips. But it shivers, and light bleeds in among the cracks. ↗

— Michael Chabon

#detective #love #mystery #noir #reconciliation

A smile is hidden beneath the mustache, it crinkles the corners of his hooded eyes. “I didn’t. I have other business in town and I told my friend I would attend to the matter of his son, as he could not do so himself.” “Very kind of you.” “Yes. I have been looking forward to it for quite some time.” Daddy’s lemonade is almost gone, he sips it carefully, turning his eyes back to the water. “Looking forward to seeing the lad or to conducting your business?” Daddy is toying with him. “Both. You see, I had never actually met his son.” The glass rests against Daddy’s lips, unmoving. Mr. Geyer watches him closely. “But now I have, so I can get on with my,” he fixes his own gaze on the water, as though trying to see whatever it is that has transfixed my father, “business. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#detective #geyer #gwenn-wright #historical-fiction #mystery