Mystery Novels Quotes

“I’m a policeman, he thought, not a moral judge, nor a Peeping Tom.”
― Mark Ellis, The Embassy Murders

“It was his job to seek out the truth behind her death, regardless.”
― Mark Ellis, The Embassy Murders

“There was no room for any more self-pity.”
― Mark Ellis, The Embassy Murders

“A good friend will help you move, but a true friend will help you move a body.”
― Steven J. Daniels, Weeds in The Garden of Love

“So now you’re taking his side instead of respecting my decision? Lawson, I don’t understand you. You stood by me during the worst time of my life. I stood by you when Linda nearly died giving birth to Jacqueline. And now you’re doing a favor for a stranger? You don’t even know this man. Yet you’re trying to convince me to go against my own decision? What’s so hard to understand? I don’t want to take any more cases!”
― Behcet Kaya, Murder at Tutley Brewery: A Jack Ludefance Novel

“He closed his eyes, as if trying to push away a very bad memory. He sat still, not moving.
 
Speaking louder, I said, “Mr. Perrera? Are you alright? Do I need to get someone to help you?”
 
He shook his head, keeping his eyes closed. “You mentioned the name Ulrich Wein?”
― Behcet Kaya, Murder at Tutley Brewery: A Jack Ludefance Novel

“But Erin let it slide. The child was only four years old; she had a whole lifetime to learn about sadness. Today was for Dalmatians, ice cream and new dolls.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Strip Tease

“I knew one thing: as soon as anyone said you didn’t need a gun, you’d better take one along that worked.”
― Raymond Chandler

“She raised her head again. "Aren't you supposed to come over all manly man and forbid the little lady from taking such risks with her fragile self?"
"I like my balls right where they are," he said, and she laughed and put her head back down on his chest.

Kate Shugak to Jim Chopin
Though Not Dead”
― Dana Stabenow

“Lottie did everything the old fashioned way, including the bookkeeping, which was fine with me since I knew nothing about accounting software anyway. To me, spreadsheets was what I did on Saturday mornings after washing my bed linen.”
― Kate Collins, Snipped in the Bud

“You alone in Europe are not ancient oh Christianity

The most modern European is you Pope Pius X

And you whom the windows observe shame keeps you

From entering a church and confessing this morning

You read the prospectuses the catalogues the billboards that sing aloud

That's the poetry this morning and for the prose there are the newspapers

There are the 25 centime serials full of murder mysteries

Portraits of great men and a thousand different headlines

("Zone")”
― Guillaume Apollinaire, Zone

“Men were good for one thing only. Killing spiders.”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“Find my weak points, but more importantly, find yours.”
― Rene Gutteridge, Misery Loves Company

“I do tasks for the gods, usually things like tracking down rare items or taking someone safely to a destination."
D'Molay the Freeman Tracker”
― M.Scott Verne, City of the Gods: Forgotten

“From April to October I watch the Red Sox every night. (Other sports fill the darker months.) I do not write; I do not work at all. After supper I become the American male--but I think I do something else. Try to forgive my comparisons, but before Yeats went to sleep every night he read an American Western. When Eliot was done with poetry and editing, he read a mystery book. Everyone who concentrates all day, in the evening needs to let the half-wit out for a walk.”
― Donald Hall, Essays After Eighty

“Nobody could do a better murder investigation than a suspicious Chinese woman with time on her hands.”
― Jesse Q. Sutanto

“First, she crawled through my garbage cans; then she accused me of murder. High praise, coming from her.”
― Robin Castle, Seven Years Missing

“But a writer isn’t someone who knows a bunch of incredible stories. A writer is someone who can turn an ordinary story into something incredible.”
― Catherine G.Lurid, THE GULL CRY HOTEL: Occult Mystery Thriller

“Enquanto esperava pelo elevador, que se encontrava no sétimo andar, Nanete pensou sobre como qualquer pessoa do edifício poderia entrar em qualquer apartamento, já que era comum que as portas ficassem abertas. Aquelas pessoas eram muito seguras de que moravam em um local com gente totalmente acima de qualquer suspeita.”
― Luiz Biajoni, O Crime no Edifício Giallo

“...Melisa felt as if she could pass out with the indescribable happiness of letting Lara take control of her body. She had never thought that surrender could be so easy and pleasant. With the water running over her head, she was filled with the belief that she had been baptized by love.
A new life was being bestowed... A new life... The opportunity made her look at everything with different eyes. A chance to be reborn with love and to be cleansed of all the sins of the past...''
Angel Diays1/Babylonian Spell-Mystey-Fiction Novel”
― Arzu Gokyolcu

“My heart longed for her but I knew I couldn't have her.”
― Emily Grace, River Of Sorrows

“When authors write, who do they describe: themselves, characters or the readers? But, characters cannot be the characters, because in every book the main character is writer slash author. Because they went through it before they wrote it." She finished wiping her mouth with napkin a d dropped her tissue beside her plate.”
― Iqra Bi Ansari, Rahatan Nafsia–The Lost Pearl: The tale of an arranged marriage, murder mystery and secrets of the Elite Society.

“Disaster strikes faster than you can say "Abramacabra.”
― Lina Hansen

“Once war was over, everyone wanted to find some normality, to settle and fix their disordered homes. The reality, of course, was that it was impossible. Not with rationing and homes bombed and fathers not yet returned.”
― Lucy Ashe, The Sleeping Beauties

“It's a locked room mystery,' says Tony. 'Like in the books.'
'Nothing,' says Nelson, 'is like it is in the books.”
― Elly Griffiths, The Locked Room

“I'm a sucker for mystery stories,
I've been since my adolescent days.
But I never picked up a novel in my life
My world of fiction lives in radio plays.

Never have I had the patience to sit
through hours of fiction reading.
So I dig up classic radio dramas,
to keep me company while writing.

Nevertheless, fiction does matter,
One way or another fiction matters.
Naskarean universe is non-fiction,
Yet I say, fiction indeed matters.”
― Abhijit Naskar, The Divine Refugee

“Around her the world stopped. Everything other than life and death dissolved in the background. In that moment, it was only her touching the pale, waxen skin of a relative stranger.”
― Lisa Bush, City Hall

“My World of Fiction (The Sonnet, 1656)

I'm a sucker for mystery stories,
I've been since my adolescent days.
But I never picked up a novel in my life
My world of fiction lives in radio plays.

Never have I had the patience to sit
through hours of fiction reading.
So I dig up classic radio dramas,
to keep me company while writing.

Unfortunately America never quite
mastered the art of radio theatre,
so when I think of radio drama,
I think Radio 4 and Radio 4 extra.

Also, I detaste post-apocalyptic fiction,
Pilgrim of life I, find them most drab.
Modern world is lifeless enough as it is,
I detaste the romanticizing of graveyard.

Nevertheless, fiction does matter,
One way or another fiction matters.
Naskarean universe is non-fiction,
Yet I say, fiction indeed matters.”
― Abhijit Naskar, The Divine Refugee

“«Però l’altra volta mi hai detto che ora, nella vita,
stai facendo qualcosa che non ti interessa affatto.
Quindi è un problema di scelte, prima che di soldi.»
«Certe scelte le ho fatte perché mi mancavano i
soldi, e non credo di essere l’unica. Se avessi avuto
un aiuto economico, avrei potuto provare strade che
mi davano qualche soddisfazione in più.»
«Tipo scrivere un libro?»
«No, quello no, anche se ho sempre amato raccontare
storie. A scuola mi chiamavano Angela
Christie, perché c’era sempre un morto di mezzo.
Magari avrei potuto fare teatro, o la radio. Sono brava
con le parole, ma non a scriverle.»
«Inventavi storie di sana pianta?»
«Sempre.»
«Anche adesso, quindi. Solo che vuoi monetizzare,
giusto?»
«No. Questa è vera.»
Visconti aggrottò la fronte, sorpreso dall’ultima
risposta. Gli era difficile comprendere per quale
motivo una donna dotata di fervida immaginazione,
in grado di arringare già da adolescente folle di
compagni di classe con la sua parlantina, volesse
cimentarsi adesso con una storia vera e ipotizzare
addirittura un cambio di vita grazie a essa. Si trattava
di un caso di estrema fiducia nei propri mezzi o
di una errata valutazione della portata del racconto?”
― Paolo Ciro, L'attesa è la parte più difficile

“The truth, when it returns, is rarely welcome.”
― Naiyem Chowdhury Rony, The Butterfly Cage