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“No! Please! I'll tell you whatever you want to know!" the man yelled.
"Really?" said Vimes. "What's the orbital velocity of the moon?"
"What?"
"Oh, you'd like something simpler?”
― Terry Pratchett, Night Watch

“I get it,' said the prisoner. 'Good Cop, Bad Cop, eh?'
If you like.' said Vimes. 'But we're a bit short staffed here, so if I give you a cigarette would you mind kicking yourself in the teeth?”
― Terry Pratchett, Night Watch

“Look, this is all very, very weird. Why are you focusing on rumours and urban legends? You haven’t even asked me any
normal questions.��
“Normal questions? Like what?��
“Like, I don’t know, like if Lynch had any enemies.��
“Did Lynch have any enemies?��
“Well, not that I know of, no.��
“Then there really was no point in me asking that, was there? Unless you wanted to distract me. You didn’t want to distract me, did you, Kenny?��
“No, that’s not—��
“Are you playing a game with me, Kenny?��
“I don’t know what you’re—��
Inspector Me leaned forward. “Did you kill him?��
“N��!��
“It’d be OK if you did.��
Kenny recoiled, horrified. “How would that be OK?��
“Well,�� Me said, “maybe not”
― Derek Landy, Death Bringer

“...because love is continual interrogation. I don't know of a better definition of love.”
― Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting

“Everyone wanted answers I wasn't ready to give.”
― Lucy Christopher, Stolen

“Until you guys own your own souls you don't own mine. Until you guys can be trusted every time and always, in all times and conditions, to seek the truth out and find it and let the chips fall where they may—until that time comes, I have the right to listen to my conscience, and protect my client the best way I can. Until I'm sure you won't do him more harm than you'll do the truth good. Or until I'm hauled before somebody that can make me talk.”
― Raymond Chandler, The High Window

“Always stick to the story. It was when you started backtracking that people got in trouble. Interrogation 101.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Lucky One

“But they argued as lawyers do, they twisted every answer I gave until it sounded like the opposite meaning, and I became so confused and afraid I found myself agreeing to statements that I knew were not true.”
― S.J. Parris, Heresy

“Sometimes when you push someone, you find out who that person really is.”
― Keith Ablow, Murder Suicide

“I have rules,�� she said to him. He stilled his pen, raised expressionless eyes to her face, and waited. “When you bring me an old servant who’s come willingly where the king’s men have bidden him, a man who’s never been convicted, or even accused, of a crime,�� Fire said, “I will not take his mind. I’ll sit before him and ask questions, and if my presence makes him more talkative, very well. But I will not compel him to say things he would otherwise not have said. Nor,�� she added, voice rising, “will I take the mind of a person who’s been fed too little, or denied medicines, or beaten in your jails. I won’t manipulate a prisoner you’ve mistreated.�� Garan sat back and crossed his arms. “That’s rich, isn’t it? Your own manipulation is mistreatment; you’ve said it yourself.�� “Yes, but mine is meant to be for good reason. Yours is not.�� “It’s not my mistreatment. I don’t give the orders down there, I’ve no idea what goes on.�� “If you want me to question them, you’d best find out.�� To Garan’s credit, the treatment of Dellian prisoners did change after that. One particularly laconic man, after a session in which Fire learned positively nothing, thanked her for it specifically. “Best dungeons I ever been in,�� he said, chewing on a toothpick. “Wonderful,�� Garan grumbled when he’d gone. “We’ll grow a reputation for our kindness to lawbreakers.”
― Kristin Cashore, Fire

“The worst of all was to be faced with the interrogation technique of Thirty Seconds. The interrogator would say something and you had to respond quickly, without once repeating yourself or using the personal pronoun. Very few dissidents could last the full thirty seconds, and a refusal to comply was taken as equal proof of dissidence.”
― H.M. Forester, The Dissidents

“Testing has found that professional interrogators perform within the 45 to 60 percent range in sorting truth from lies, little better than flipping a coin.”
― Alfred W. McCoy, Torture and Impunity: The U.S. Doctrine of Coercive Interrogation

“Anyone even remotely suspect was interrogated, because interrogation is by far the most effective method of speedily banishing inappropriate thoughts from the mind.”
― Olli Jalonen

“Left alone in an interrogation room, some men will look as though they're well into their last ten seconds before throwing up. And they'll look that way for hours. They sweat like they just climbed out of the swimming pool. They eat and swallow air. I mean these guys are really going through it. You come and tip a light in their face. And they're bugeyed - the orbs both big and red, and faceted also. Little raised soft-cornered squares, wired with rust.
These are the innocent.”
― Martin Amis

“Given that interrogations had ceased to be an attempt to get at the truth, for the interrogators in difficult cases they became a mere exercise of their duties as executioners and in easy cases simply a pastime and a basis for receiving a salary.”
― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago

“But the most awful thing they can do with you is this: undress you from the waist down, place you on your back on the floor, pull your legs apart, seat assistants on them (from the glorious corps of sergeants!) who also hold down your arms; and then the interrogator (and women interrogators have not shrunk from this) stands between your legs and with the toe of his boot (or of her shoe) gradually, steadily, and with ever greater pressure crushes against the floor those organs which once made you a man. He looks into your eyes and repeats and repeats his questions or the betrayal he is urging on you. If he does not press down too quickly or just a shade too powerfully, you still have fifteen seconds left in which to scream that you will confess to everything, that you are ready to see arrested all twenty of those people he's been demanding of you, or that you will slander in the newspapers everything you hold holy..

And may you be judged by God, but not by people. ...”
― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 1918��1956

“You see, it only takes a tiny bit of pressure. A certain A.G. is called in, and it is well known that he is a nincompoop. And so to start he is instructed: "Write down a list of the people you know who have anti-Soviet attitudes." He is distressed and hesitates: "I'm not sure." He didn't jump up and didn't thump the table: "How dare you!" (Who does in our country? Why deal in fantasies!) "Aha, so you are not sure? Then write a list of people you can guarantee are one hundred percent Soviet people! But you are guaranteeing, you understand? If you provide even one of them with false references, you yourself will go to prison immediately. So why aren't you writing?" "Well, I�� can't guarantee." "Aha, you can't? That means you know they are anti-Soviet. So write down immediately the ones you know about!" And so the good and honest rabbit A.G. sweats and fidgets and worries. He has too soft a soul, formed before the Revolution. He has sincerely accepted this pressure which is bearing down on him: Write either that they are Soviet or that they are anti-Soviet. He sees no third way out.”
― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago, 1918-1956: An Experiment in Literary Investigation, Books III-IV

“But under the beards--and this was K.'s real discovery­ --badges of various sizes and colors gleamed on their coat­ collars. They all wore those badges as far he could see. They were all colleagues, these ostensible parties of the right and left, and as he turned round suddently he saw the same badges on the coat collar of the Examining Magistrate, who was sitting quietly watching the scene with his hands on his knees. "So!" cried K. flinging his arms in the air, his sudden enlightenment had to break out, "every man jack of you is an official, I see, you are yourselves the corrupt agents of whom I have been speaking, you've all come rushing here to listen and nose out what you can about me, making a pretense of party divisions, and half of you applauded merely to lead me on, you wanted some practice in fooling an innocent man.”
― Franz Kafka, The Trial

“Start talking in plain English so I can understand what you’re blabbing about, or I might misinterpret one of your little monologues as a confession.”
― Tony Del Degan, The Recognition

“torture is useful for when you don't particularly care about the quality of information you're getting, but that's about it”
― Jason Pargin, Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits

“Kendinizi bütün kazılmış siperlerinizin dışına koyup bütün kalkanlarınızı indirdiğinizde, çırılçıplak karşısına geçtiğiniz yaşam aynasında ne görüyorsunuz?
Tüketmek için bunca acele ettiğiniz takvim yapraklarına, onca hızla çevirdiğiniz akreplere, yelkovanlara, içine gönüllü daldığınız o insafsız rutin çarkına şöyle bir uzaktan baktığınızda ne hissediyorsunuz?
"Ne kadarı benim hayatım?..." diye soruyor musunuz kendinize; "... Ne kadarını başkaları yaşamış benim yerime... ya da ben başkalarının?..."
"Aynadakinin ne kadarı ben'im, ne kadarı oynadıklarım?..."
Yamaçlarında gölgelerin oynaştığı kederli anılar ve ışıltılı yaş günlerinden kaçını "keşke yeniden yaşanabilseler" diyerek anımsıyorsunuz?
Karlı bir dağ zirvesine ya da bir şömine alevine bakarken dalıp gittiğinizde "Neden zirvede değilim"i mi düşünüyorsunuz, "iyi ki uçuruma düşmedim"i mi?...
Sadece kimsesiz gemilerle miskin kedileri barındıran ıssız bir sahil kasabasında yakaladığınız bir geniş zamanda, geçmiş zaman, şimdiki zaman ve gelecek zaman arasında gidip gelirken en çok ne gelirdi aklınıza?...”
― Can Dündar, Yarim Haziran

“[Deputy Superintendent Lim] knew that I was angry. But he also knew that for his career, it was best that I be persuaded to appear on television. I told him to leave me alone but he persisted. I admired his patience, his persistence, his "concern for me." He called me "My Esperanza" (the name of a play performed by the Third Stage). He started to call the woman constable who assisted him, "Soh Lung". He joked about worrying in the night, that because of my refusal to appear on television, he would call my name while hugging his wife! I pitied him. He was pathetic.”
― Teo Soh Lung, Beyond The Blue Gate: Recollections of a Political Prisoner

“Eng Seng was asked how many people were singing on Christmas eve. He replied that it was dark and even though there was light in the sky, he could not see people singing. He said the bible said there were angels singing and he supposed the angels were singing on Christmas eve!

...He was asked who organised the singing. He replied that, like what was stated in the bible, he followed a star and he supposed the others too followed the star. No one organised the singing.

On spotting a dead moth on the floor, Eng Seng remarked to the officer partly in Hokkien: "By the way, er, you suay (bad luck) already. Moths die on the floor. You suay, I also suay, got to see you on New Year's Day."

The officer asked if he believed in those things and he replied, "Yeah, moths live outside. Why come in to die!"

No amount of questioning from the officer could elucidate any intelligent response from my brother! The officer was frustrated...brought him to see his superior.

The minute the door to the superior's office was opened, Eng Seng exclaimed: "Wa tua liap liao! (So big shot already!)" The superior officer asked: "Do I know you?" He replied "Tua liap liao, how you know me small fly?"

After a few more senseless comments, the superior officer told the officer to take him away. He was allowed home.”
― Teo Soh Lung, Beyond The Blue Gate: Recollections of a Political Prisoner

“I take the view with all job interviews that I am practicing for my future successful job interview.”
― Steven Magee

“Without boring you with the specifics, I will tell you that it is an experimental ‘truth-serum�� formula, many times more powerful than sodium pentothal or SP-17; with properties in common with LSD, which is enjoyed recreationally by many in your country’s ‘counter-culture��. I’m afraid this formula will be decidedly unpleasant. SP-17 had the unfortunate side-effect of leaving the subject somewhat sane afterward. This, which we call ‘Veritas X��, will most likely lead to permanent madness��”
― C.G. Faulkner, The Edge of Reality

“You know how when a detective is interrogating a suspect and she already knows they're guilty but she still needs to hear them confess just to solidify the conviction and save a lot of time and heartache? Well it's the same with God. He already knows you've sinned, but he still needs to hear you confess. So save yourself some heartache, my fair young pupil, and confess outwardly!”
― Gregor Collins, The Accidental Caregiver Part Ii: Saying Yes to a World Without Maria Altmann

“Your grandmother was not teaching me how to behave in class. She was teaching me how to ruthlessly interrogate the subject that elicited the most sympathy and rationalizing--myself.”
― Ta-Nehisi Coates, Between the World and Me

“Vamos falar de hipóteses. Você entende o que é hipótese?�� ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■�� perguntou.
“Sim, entendo.��
“Vamos supor que você tenha feito o que confessou.��
“Mas eu não fiz.��
“�� só uma suposição.��
“Está bem��, disse eu. Apesar de sua alta posição, ■■■■■■�� ■■■■■■■■■■�� era o pior interrogador que já conheci. Quero dizer, do ponto de vista profissional. Ele saltava daqui para ali sem nunca se concentrar numa coisa específica. Se tivesse de fazer uma avaliação, eu diria que o trabalho dele deveria ser qualquer coisa menos interrogar pessoas.
“Entre você e ■■■■■■■■■■�� , quem era o responsável?��
“Depende. Na mesquita eu era o responsável, fora era ele��, respondi. As perguntas davam por certo que Hannachi e eu éramos membros de uma gangue, mas eu nem sequer conhecia o sr. ■■■■■■■■■■■■ , que dirá ter conspirado com ele como parte de um grupo que nunca existiu. Mas eu não podia dizer uma coisa dessas a ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ ; tinha de dizer algo que me fizesse parecer mau.
“Você conspirou ou não com essas pessoas, como reconheceu?��
“O senhor quer a verdade?��
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“Não, não conspirei��, eu disse. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■�� e ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ tentavam me pregar todo tipo de peça, mas primeiro, eu conhecia todas as peças, e segundo, eu já tinha dito a
verdade a eles. Portanto, era inútil me pregar peças. Mas eles me puseram num infame beco sem saída: se mentisse, “Você vai sentir o peso da nossa cólera��; se dissesse a verdade, ia parecer bonzinho, o que os levaria a crer que eu estava ocultando informações porque aos olhos deles EU SOU UM CRIMINOSO e eu ainda não tinha como mudar essa opinião.”
― Mohamedou Ould Slahi, Guantánamo Diary: Restored Edition

“Sit, smile and be nice...and ask for a lawyer at the first sign of trouble!”
― Steven Magee

“Do you typically question those on the Rise who you don't recognise like this?' I challenged. 'What an odd method of interrogation.'

'Only pretty ladies with shapely, bare legs”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash