Crime Fiction Quotes
Crime Fiction Quote of the day
The danger that may really threaten (crime fiction) is that soon there will be more writers than readers
People are interested in crime fiction when they're quite distanced from crime. People in Darfur are not reading murder mysteries.
He said when the Lord made people He made them all the same for starters. But life marks people. If you know the way, you can read them like maps.
We were about to give up and call it a night when somebody threw the girl off the bridge.
Most crime fiction, no matter how 'hard-boiled' or bloodily forensic, is essentially sentimental, for most crime writers are disappointed romantics.
I think I'm out of crime fiction now, and I think the dividing line is American Tabloid.
I'd read so much right-wing crime fiction where they find the evidence and shoot the bad guy - I thought there must be another approach.
Most crime fiction plots are not ambitious enough for me. I want something really labyrinthine with clues and puzzles that will reward careful attention.
Arabs don't do crime fiction. I read crime fiction and I read Arabic literature, and I wish this was a novel I could have read in Arabic.
My inner goddess confirms that staring at a beautiful/rich/powerful face is the basis of True Love.
Steve Mosby has become one of a handful of writers who make me excited about crime fiction.
And there are rules for crime fiction. Or if not rules, at least expectations and you have to give the audience what it wants.
I grew up reading crime fiction and, especially in the '80s, women were just there to be saved or screwed.
Crime fiction confirms our belief, despite some evidence to the contrary, that we live in a rational, comprehensible, and moral universe.
When I was a teenager, I was a voracious reader of crime fiction, but only contemporary books.
I'm sold as a literary writer in Holland; I'm sold as crime fiction in England. I think of it as just literature.
Crime fiction is a genre for writing stories about people - about conflict, about guilt, about passion, about the human condition.
So much of contemporary crime fiction is painful to read and obsessed with violence, particularly against women, and I can't read that.
I was digging for stuff in a used bookstore, and I came upon 'Little Sister.' I fell in love with Chandler that night. I fell right down the rabbit hole of crime fiction.
There's an overlap between social-realist fiction and crime fiction - a sweet spot there.
The pace of Swedish crime fiction is slower - Stieg Larsson's the exception. And I think we use the environment more.
It’s getting a little chilly in here! Why don’t we sit by the fireplace and I’ll tell you the story of how I single handedly killed the Medina boys!
But sooner or later the last good time would come around. It does for all of us.
God, I swear I’ve never seen a more nervous bunch of people. Like a bunch of rats in a science lab.
In near panic, I craned my neck to gaze over the cabin’s roofline a bursting fireball.
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.
The good thing about the aristocracy – German or English – was that they were easily traced, Mirabelle thought.
There are times when you have to commit a crime to prevent an even bigger one. At least, that’s what I tell myself when I can’t sleep at night.
I started out a human being. But pretty much had all the humanity wrung out of me after passing the Bar and practicing law for ten years. Not sure what I am now.
My philosophy in life is to eat, drink and investigate - in that order.
There was a ringing in his ears, like a dead phone line that he couldn’t hang up on.
I don't want you to say anything. I want you to listen. You know, being confident isn't the same as being right.
For every criminal mastermind, there were ten cretins: the cruel algebra of intelligence applied across the masses.
Her immediate impulse was one of self-preservation. She was tied up in this somehow, she didn’t know why or how, but there was something waiting for her on the other side of this crowd.
Distance and time and a whitewashed mind hadn’t kept a child from growing, from existing, from demanding a place on this earth.
Finia glanced towards her bedroom, wishing the darkness would swallow her whole.
How dare she not give in to his "vulnerability." There was only so much rejection he could take.
This wasn't the last of it. Now that Finia was carrying his baby, they would be together forever, whether she liked it or not.
Everyday she loses a bit more of herself, every day another nail in her coffin house payments medical bills and middle aged isolation
Kara knew je only recognised t and a on a string and he was nothing more than a sleazy pupeeter