Detective Novel Quotes

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“Death is the ultimate test of faith.”
Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“It was as if we played chess after denying me both bishops and knights.”
Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“I swallowed a sigh since, truthfully, I was glad she found the cabin.”
Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“A look of absolute terror locked onto her features.”
Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“I watched her undress with moonlight shivering across the room from behind sheer curtains that moved with the currents from the hearth fire.”
Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“You sound like you’re enjoying my suffering.”
Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“I knew I rode a rugged crest of turmoil that might crash on the rocky shore of irrational behavior.”
Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“She must feel like Lucifer’s frigid breath is running down the back of her delicate neck.”
Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“The steps leading to the porch looked worn, cracked, and unpainted, ready for a nice hot fire.”
Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“The final sound of the rifle shot bounced around the lake.”
Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“What the hell, if you are going to roll the dice with Lucifer, I say go the distance.”
Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“The verdict got both the fish and me off the hook.”
Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“Death rides on all of our shoulders from the day we are born.”
Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

David Videcette
“To catch the bad guys, you've got to think like a bad guy - and that's why all the best detectives have a dark side...”
David Videcette, The Theseus Paradox

“Her growing possessiveness felt both good and bad.”
Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

Barry N. Malzberg
“He began as a minor imitator of Fitzgerald, wrote a novel in the late twenties which won a prize, became dissatisfied with his work, stopped writing for a period of years. When he came back it was to BLACK MASK and the other detective magazines with a curious and terrible fiction which had never been seen before in the genre markets; Hart Crane and certainly Hemingway were writing of people on the edge of their emotions and their possibility but the genre mystery markets were filled with characters whose pain was circumstantial, whose resolution was through action; Woolrich's gallery was of those so damaged that their lives could only be seen as vast anticlimax to central and terrible events which had occurred long before the incidents of the story. Hammett and his great disciple, Chandler, had verged toward this more than a little, there is no minimizing the depth of their contribution to the mystery and to literature but Hammett and Chandler were still working within the devices of their category: detectives confronted problems and solved (or more commonly failed to solve) them, evil was generalized but had at least specific manifestations: Woolrich went far out on the edge. His characters killed, were killed, witnessed murder, attempted to solve it but the events were peripheral to the central circumstances. What I am trying to say, perhaps, is that Hammett and Chandler wrote of death but the novels and short stories of Woolrich *were* death. In all of its delicacy and grace, its fragile beauty as well as its finality.

Most of his plots made no objective sense. Woolrich was writing at the cutting edge of his time. Twenty years later his vision would attract a Truffaut whose own influences had been the philosophy of Sartre, the French nouvelle vague, the central conception that nothing really mattered. At all. But the suffering. Ah, that mattered; that mattered quite a bit.”
Barry N. Malzberg, The Fantastic Stories of Cornell Woolrich

In near panic, I craned my neck to gaze over the cabin’s roofline a bursting
“In near panic, I craned my neck to gaze over the cabin’s roofline a bursting fireball.”
Ed Lynskey, The Blue Cheer

Anthony Horowitz
“In just about every other book I can think of, we're chasing on the heels of our heroes - the spies, the soldiers, the romantics, the adventurers. But we stand shoulder to shoulder with the detective.”
Anthony Horowitz, Magpie Murders

Just the night before, a puma’s howl had set a chill at my spine and,
“Just the night before, a puma’s howl had set a chill at my spine and, man, life didn’t get any richer than that.”
Ed Lynskey, The Blue Cheer

Raymond Chandler
“So you shoot people," she said quietly. "You're a killer."
"Me? How?"
"The papers and the police fixed it up nicely. But I don't believe everything I read."
"Oh, you think I accounted for Geiger - or Brody-or both of them."
She didn't say anything. "I didn't have to," I said. "I might have. I suppose, and got away with it. Neither of them would have hesitated to throw lead at."
"That makes you a killer at heart, like all cops."
"Oh, nuts.”
Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep

G.K. Chesterton
“I confess that I should feel a bit afraid of asking Sunday who he really is.”

“Why,” asked the Secretary, “for fear of bombs?”

“No,” said the Professor, “for fear he might tell me.”
G.K. Chesterton

Get a load of this, Frank.” Gerald Peyton’s pause set off his pronouncement. “She is
“Get a load of this, Frank.” Gerald Peyton’s pause set off his pronouncement. “She is expecting to get a wedding ring.”

“That’s understandable,” I said, unsure how he could afford a ring on what our firm cleared. Diamond rings—more sold in December than in any other month of the year—went for a cool grand per karat. Weeks ago, I’d priced them—again—for my domestic situation. “What seems to be the problem?”

“That’s a big leap for me to make.”

“I expect you’ll make it with room to spare.”
Ed Lynskey, After the Big Noise

I let my gaze travel out the picture window. Unlike at my old doublewide trailer
“I let my gaze travel out the picture window. Unlike at my old doublewide trailer perched on the fringe of a played out quarry, here I owned a real yard with real grass that screamed for mowing each Monday a.m. I sat at the kitchen table, cooling off from just having finished this week's job. Yes, here in 2005, I was a full-fledged suburbanite, but I'd been called worse.”
Ed Lynskey, The Zinc Zoo

Dreema and you disagree. She cottons to Richmond, but you can't be weaned off Pelham.
“Dreema and you disagree. She cottons to Richmond, but you can't be weaned off Pelham. So I offer you a fair middle ground: relocate to northern Virginia. She transfers to the state morgue on Braddock Road, and you get to stay near your old beat.”
Ed Lynskey, The Zinc Zoo

“The writing gets easy once your characters trust that you will not only report what they say but convey what they mean and feel.
~ Michael Kent”
Michael Kent, Twice Dead: A Lieutenant Beaudry Novel

Quote taken from Chapter 1: That's the idea. Listen, Frank, this one is different. She's
“Quote taken from Chapter 1:

That's the idea. Listen, Frank, this one is different. She's a keeper." He let that part gel in me. "Get your head screwed on straight and move to Richmond. You hate it living in Pelham.”
Ed Lynskey

A diamond wedding ring, you say?” I studied his face. Was he putting me on?
“A diamond wedding ring, you say?”

I studied his face. Was he putting me on? He looked earnest. “As any guy would expect, a diamond is what she’s after,” I said. “Did you hold out hope you’d get by for anything less?”
Ed Lynskey, After the Big Noise

Joseph Freeman
“The photo I had engraved on Mike’s stone makes me smile. I can only imagine what he’d say about the likes of me today: private investigator. He’d never believe it. Huge difference from when we worked the streets together.I can still hear his voice. “Here, Paul. Taste this.” When I concentrate hard enough, I can still taste that awful cooking of his. If there truly is life after death, I sure hope he’s a better cook now than he was back then. Funny the things you miss after someone you love is gone.”
Joseph Freeman

Andhyka C. Adhitama
“Untuk apa menemukan kebenaran jika hanya disembunyikan?”
Andhyka C. Adhitama, Veranda dan Pembunuhan di Seribu Pintu