#detective

There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#hard-boiled #santa-anas #short-story

When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable must be the truth. - Shinichi Kudo ↗

— Gosho Aoyama

#detective-conan #mystery-suspense #suspense

I enjoy doing the research of nonfiction; that gives me some pleasure, being a detective again. ↗

— Joseph Wambaugh

#being #detective #doing #enjoy #gives

Sure, I'll have characters drop in and out of books but the main cast of characters always changes. Maybe I'm wrong but I think if had the same joe detective guy or gal, I wouldn't write them as well; I wouldn't do as good a job. ↗

— Carl Hiaasen

#books #cast #changes #characters #detective

One of the things I have an allergic reaction to playing, especially as a black actor, is the mandatory kind of best friend/cop/detective type. You will never see me in that movie. ↗

— David Oyelowo

#allergic #best #best friend #black #cop

As a professional writer of detective stories, I string along with the ballplayers. I love a ball game. ↗

— Rex Stout

#ball #ball game #ballplayers #detective #detective stories

The thought of playing a New York detective scared the hell out of me. I didn't know if people would believe me in the role just because of my physicality, which made me want to do it even more. ↗

— Charlotte Ross

#believe #detective #even #hell #i

You're right on the money with that. We're all like detectives in life. There's something at the end of the trail that we're all looking for. ↗

— David Lynch

#end #life #like #looking #money

Terrible accident; body parts was everywhere—-fingers, toes, wings, beaks. Ambulance people tried to scoop him all up, but apparently it ain’t so easy as you might think—telling a chicken from a Chinaman, I mean. Anyways, they got his weight off his driver’s license, picked up a hundred and thirty pounds of pieces and buried ‘em. Now his wife come every year 'bout this time to pay her respects. We don't serve chicken while she's here. Hope you ain't got a taste for it. ↗

— R.J. Leahy

#fat-chance #humor #mystery #respect

What the detective story is about is not murder but the restoration of order. ↗

— P. D. James

#detective #detective story #murder #order #restoration