Hc Look Quotes

If you looked down to the bottom of my soul, you would understand fully the source of my longing and – pity me. Even the open, transparent lake has its unknown depths, which no divers know.

Dead. Supposedly Suicide. That's how they'll kill Michael too. Make it look like a suicide or an accident of some sort.

She didn’t turn back. She knew his eyes were still on her, but she wouldn’t allow herself to look back. One more look at him and… That would do it. That would reverse everything. That would change her mind.

Please,” he cuts me off sharply. “This morning, when you looked at him, it took every ounce of my self-control to avoid walking over to Freddy Rook and bashing his skull in till he was no longer worth looking at. You do this to me.

I stare at him but say nothing. His lips slice into a smile because I unnerve him. I always have. “You’re frightened of me,” I tell him. He laughs. “Am I? Oho! Am I now, my boy?” “Yes. You’re used to knowing what’s what. You think like the rest of them.” I nod to the HC’s reflection. “Things are set in stone. Things are well ordered. Reds at the bottom, everyone else standing on our backs. Now you’re looking at me and you’re realizing that we don’t bloodydamn like it down there. Red is rising, Mickey.

And as she looked into that mirror, other trivial, nonsensical thoughts ravaged her consciousness, making it clear that her youthful innocence had descended into the deep waters of adolescence.

I feel like I’m chasing the unattainable. Trying to catch the wind. Reaching for…I don’t know what I’m reaching for.

Keep looking up!

He made a resolution to pursue the requiting love of Education herself. No one was more desirable than her; no one could match her impressive looks or intelligence.

Moving to New York was the best decision I’ve ever made. It gets a bad rap because back in the day it was pretty shady; but truthfully, I think that’s part of the appeal. This is an island of outcasts: the smart ones, the dumb ones, the pretty ones, the weird ones. We’re all the same here. We all come from somewhere else looking for the same thing. We weren’t accepted where we came from, for one reason or another, so we exiled ourselves to a place where we felt safe amongst the chaos of other misfits. The most interesting and talented individuals end up here and it suddenly becomes desirable to be a part of such an obscure group. The nerds are the popular kids and the popular kids work at a McDonald’s in the hometown you left behind. People visit our show all year long just to catch a glimpse of the madness, to feel an ounce of whimsy, but it’s lost on them. This is our island. The island of the lost, but for all who dwell here, it’s the island of the found. Before

When he turned to her, she beheld the vast ocean of blue that was his eyes, now that they were up close for the first time. His eyes were remarkably intense and soft at the same time, and she liked being looked at by them.

Poppy!” Freddy calls. “I forgot to tell you. You look gorgeous tonight!”  I don’t even have time to open my mouth before Adrian whirls around, his fist colliding with Freddy’s face in a sickening crunch.

Of course the detectives are cleverer than us. We expect them to be. But that doesn’t mean they’re paragons of virtue. Holmes is depressed. Poirot is vain. Miss Marple is brusque and eccentric. They don’t have to be attractive. Look at Nero Wolfe who was so fat that he couldn’t even leave his New York home and had to have a custom-made chair to support his weight! Or Father Brown who had ‘a face as round and dull as a Norfolk dumpling . . . eyes as empty as the North Sea’. Lord Peter Wimsey, ex-Eton, ex-Oxford, is thin and seemingly weedy and sports a monocle. Bulldog Drummond might have been able to kill a man with his bare hands (and may have been the inspiration for James Bond) but he was no male model either. In fact H.C. McNeile hits the nail on the head when he writes that Drummond had ‘the fortunate possession of that cheerful type of ugliness which inspires immediate confidence in its owner’. We don’t need to like or admire our detectives. We stick with them because we have confidence in them.

At the end of the day, people still need to buy your art, don’t they, honey? I mean, finding clients and all that. Who knows if –”  “I’d buy them.” Adrian looks at me as he says it. “I’d buy every single last one of them.” 

Because when he looks like this and he smiles like that, I almost forget he’s a killer.