Crime Quotes

It was my duty as a mother to invade your privacy and search your room. I'm just glad you weren't hiding an illegal drug.

I found it hard to get motivated because I found it hard to care.

My sense of misadventure took over and I began looking at my problems as challenges.

I liked learning but the challenge was that my mother's need to turn education into a competition was ruining the experience for me.

Too much negativity can make the strongest structures dilapidate.

I found that disturbing the night's calm ambience was almost as gratifying as the ambience itself.

Maybe I should have given more thought to her thoughts.

Self-harm appealed to my sadness but I didn't let it coax me.

Would I come off as a creepy-stalker-kind-of-guy or would it demonstrate that I cared?

I'd developed an apology-is-much-better-than-asking-for-permission mentality.

There were no snooty commuters at this late hour. They were home snug in their beds where they should be.

After spending the previous night the way I had, I felt I could afford to lose some of the daytime to sleep.

Acting with confidence, but inside lacking certainty, I'd told her I could.

They had to be untrustworthy enough to buy a minor alcohol but trustworthy enough to not walk away with my money.

Misadventure asked what the harm was partaking in one more and I decided not to argue with her.

I'll tell you what you want to hear. I mean, what I need to hear. I'll tell the truth.

Franny understood then that grace was not like a present. It could not be given, and it could not be taken away.

Ordinary men commit extraordinary evil all the time. Trust me.

This was like watching murder. Defilement. And it was something worse than either of those things. Even among his family, black trade as they were, books were holy things.

I want to have her hands..!Morino's hands...

There are people who kill, and people who get killed.

What I saw there was my own death.

I'm not gonna die alone, no way! He will never allow it!

Only a few can survive and face reality without a vice.

Read my book and you shall know thee

It was a soulless gaze, burning with a wild hatred that shouldn’t be there in anyone who could call themselves a parent.

It is injustice to determine the brutality of an action because of the victim or the criminal.

Have I, have you, been too silent? Is there an easy crime of silence?

One has to commit a painting, ' said Degas, 'the way one commits a crime.

Minding his own business had been his motto living in a strange foreign country with a world-recognized social issue of failing morals.

people do not emphasize with victims and give them limitless sympathy, but can very quickly switch to aggression and rejection

...victims of violent crime are not always believed...[referring to victim testimony at serial killer and pedophile Marc Detroux's trial]

Criminologists have documented that the amount of coverage a crime victim receives affects how much attention police devote to the case and the willingness of prosecutors to accept plea bargains.

Some ride the bullet to vent, while some shoot the bullet to revenge.

In a place filled with fears, they were looking for the man who had none.

The crimes the law can understand are not the worst crimes.

A crime is born in the gap between the morality of society and that of the individual.

That's how it's always been: I was always in the clear so long as I was truly guilty. But the minute my motives were honest someone would finger me.

My philosophy in life is to eat, drink and investigate - in that order.

It is shocking how many crimes the Bible contains. The Governor's wife should cut them all out and paste them into her scrapbook.

After what she's been through, there really should be crime scene tape around her heart.

They who employ force by proxy are as much responsible for that force as though they employed it themselves.

The more laws that are created, the closer we get to lawlessness.

You know something is wrong when the government declares opening someone else’s mail is a felony but your internet activity is fair game for data collecting.

I am against justice … whenever it is carried out by a mob.

I go where I want to go, I do what I want to do, and I am beholden to no one.

After all, people seemed quite easy about having their rights and liberties taken away by those they looked up to, but somehow a space on the perch was a slap in the face, and treated as such.

Issues are like tissues. You pull one out and another appears!

They only asked for punishments that fitted their crimes. Not ones that came like cupboards with built-in bedrooms. Not ones you spent your whole life in, wandering through its maze of shelves.

Justice is rendering each killer that which is his due.