...because love is continual interrogation. I don't know of a better definition of love.
Milan KunderaStichwörter: life love lovers interrogation
...because love is continual interrogation. I don't know of a better definition of love.
(in that case my friend Hubl would have pointe out to me, no one loves us more than the police. That's true. Just as every height has its symmetrical depth, so love's interest has ts negative the police's curiosity. We sometimes confuse depth with height, and I can easily imagine lonely people hoping to be taken to the police station from time to time for an interrogation that will enable to talk about themselves.)
Stichwörter: love political police interrogation
What is your collective GPA for this year?”
“Not as high as I'd like it to be.”
Freud steepled his fingers in front of his mouth. “What about your parents?”
“I don't know. They haven't been in school for a while.
Stichwörter: humor sarcasm interrogation
What do you mean?” Leslie’s voice was cool, as if she questioned witches who were flat on their backs being threatened by werewolves every day.
Patricia BriggsStichwörter: humor witches interrogation werewolves leslie charles-cornick brother-wolf
Bizden bir şey saklayabileceğini sanıyorsan çok aptallık etmiş olursun. Biz şimdiden her şeyi biliyoruz, ona göre konuş. Önemli olan, bizim bilmemiz değil, senin bilmendir. Sorula sorula öğreneceksin. Ve ne kadar basit olduğunu sonunda göreceksin.
Melih Cevdet AndayStichwörter: big-brother interrogation distopia
There was still plenty of water in the basement, and I felt it soaking me from the knees on down. If someone wanted to torture me until I told them a critical piece of information, all they would have to do is get my socks wet. It feels terrible.
Lemony SnicketStichwörter: funny torture interrogation socks
For, or so they whispered, she would take the camp-stool and draw it up close below the face of the man or woman that hung down over the edge of the interrogation table. Then she would squat down on the stool and and look into the face and quietly say 'No. 1' or 'No. 10' or 'No. 25' and the inquisitors would know what she meant and they would begin. And she would watch the eyes in the face a few inches away from hers and breathe in the screams as if they were perfume.
Ian FlemingStichwörter: pain torture interrogation screams
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