Thirteen Steve Cavanagh Quotes

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.

Whatever good things you’ve heard about me probably aren’t true. Whatever bad things you’ve heard are probably just the tip of the iceberg,” I said.

Words never weigh so much as when they’re spoken for somebody else.

Walking past a person with dirt on their face, and no food, and no money, was part of everyday life in New York.

She’d brought her stenotype machine in a portable bag and, judging by her expression, she was carrying around a big bag of resentment for being hauled out of her bed to come here at two in the morning.

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.”—from the motion picture screenplay The Usual Suspects, by Christopher McQuarrie

THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS a bad case. Only a bad client. Judge Harry Ford, my mentor, had taught me that a long time ago. He’d been proven right. Time and time again. Sitting in a leather chair beside Bobby Solomon, I was reminded of Harry’s advice.

Carp Law”.

The Honorable Cleveland Parks, presiding judge, had a face that looked like a deflated balloon.

It sounded like breakfast cereal, wrapped tightly in a napkin and squeezed.

The number three equates to some form of truth or fact in our subconscious. It is somehow divine. Jesus rose on the third day. The Holy Trinity. Third time lucky. Three strikes and you’re out. Pryor

In a criminal trial, forensic evidence is God.

The real story was in the photographs. Crime scene photos don’t lie. They’re not witnesses. They can’t make a mistake, they can’t hide the truth.

Guilt was a tattoo that weighed two hundred pounds.

Guilt was a tattoo that weighed two hundred pounds. As long as I fought for those clients I believed in, I was slowly shedding that weight. It would take time.

Rudy Carp left in the room now. He was applauding, with what looked like a genuine smile on his face. Rudy stood up and said, “Congratulations, that was … impressive. I need five minutes of your time.” “What for?” “I want to know if you’d like to take second chair in the biggest murder trial this city has ever seen.

A year later Joshua Kane was diagnosed with a rare genetic condition: congenital analgesia. The pain receptors in his brain didn’t function at all. Little Joshua had never felt pain, and never would. Sitting in the doctor’s office, Kane recalled how his mother received the news with a mixture of happiness and fear. Happy that her son would never know physical pain, but nonetheless afraid.

And that Kane’s father wasn’t really a marine who got killed in a faraway place. It had been him, the one they’d buried together. She told Kane she was sorry. She had needed the money. Kane told her he had understood. And he did. He didn’t tell her the other part. The part he knew he was never supposed to tell anyone. That when he put that big knife through the man’s face, he’d felt good. Real good. That feeling had been increasingly difficult to replicate as the years went by.

that my client held the bag by the handles. Your Honor, this is the last straw – so to speak.” Judge Parks put a hand up. He’d heard enough from me. He turned in his seat and directed his attention to Norm. “Mr. Folkes, I’ve examined this bag, and the straw with the actual items located in the bottom of the sack. I am not satisfied that Detective Granger could have seen a straw protruding from the top of this bag. On that basis, there is no probable cause for his search, and all evidence gathered as a result is inadmissible. Including the straw. I am concerned, to say the least, at the recent trend among some officers in classifying soda straws and other innocuous items as drug paraphernalia. Be that as it may, you have no evidence to support an arrest and I am dismissing all charges. I’m sure you had a lot to say to me, Mr. Folkes, but there’s no point – I’m afraid, you’re too damn late.” Jean hugged my neck, partially strangling me in the process. I patted her arm, gently, and she let go. She may not want to hug me when she gets my bill. The judge and his staff got up and left the courtroom. Granger stormed out, shooting me with his index finger as he left. It didn’t bother me, I was used to it. “So when can I expect you to file an appeal,” I said to Norm. “Not

Almost everything you’ve just said is wrong,” said Delaney. “In BAU we call them repeaters. They can be from any ethnic group. Any age, within reason. A lot of them are married with a big family. You could live next to one and never know it. The poor social skills and low intelligence are reasonable assumptions, but not always the case. Most evade capture for a long time due to their victim selection. Most victims of repeaters have never met their killer before. Even a dumb repeater can operate for years before the cops catch up to them. But then there’s the one percent. They have highly developed social skills, their IQ is off the scale, and whatever it is in their heads that makes them kill can be successfully hidden from even their closest friends. We don’t catch their kind too often. Best example would be Ted Bundy. And contrary to what you’ll see on TV—these killers don’t want to get caught. Ever. Some will go to extraordinary lengths to ensure they stay out of jail, including masking their kills. Others, while they still don’t want to get caught, secretly want someone to acknowledge their work.

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.” —from the motion picture screenplay

In a criminal trial, forensic evidence is God. But I’m a defense attorney. I’ve got the devil on my side. And he doesn’t play fair.