Top 15 Ben Aaronovitch Quotes

This is a terrible work," I said. "Why did you do it?"
"The usual reasons," said the Magister. "I told myself it was piety and duty to the Church, but a thousand years of contemplation will batter down the doors of one's own delusions.

Desperate people do desperate things," said Spencer-Talbot. "Perhaps if we all did more to make things less desperate, then perhaps there would be less violence.

Dr. Walid’s theory was that the news media and their consumers unconsciously shied away from events that didn’t fall within the narrow band of their expectations. Shot by a jealous lover or stabbed by a body were narratives they could run with. Killed in an unspecified manner with no witnesses, no CCTV, and no obvious motive probably piqued their curiosity, but would it get clicks or sell papers? More importantly, would it fit the news agenda their organization worked to?

Now I was used to it, the bell-like silence was louder than ever, and I was starting to get undertones of orange blossom and incense. You have to be careful with this stuff or you begin to sound like a wine taster—with about the same amount of meaningless bollocks.

This is what’s known as operational flexibility, and definitely not making it up as you go along.

The trouble with turning a blind eye is that people often take the opportunity to punch you in the face.

Isn't the internet wonderful?" she said. "Better than dragons any day.

I don’t like the fact that all we have so far is that somebody did something to somebody at some time which may or may not have some fucking connection so some other people who we’re not sure still exist.

According to my therapist, attaching conditionals to your past is a classic distancing technique indicating an unwillingness to face your memories directly. Or, I pointed out, it could be a rhetorical device designed to add a humorous note to enliven a story. To which she said, “Or both.” You can’t win with therapists, you know. And even if you do, they just tell you it’s part of the process.

But this was the eighteenth century, when life was cheap and ambition unlimited.

“Giant squids are pretty alien,” I said.
“Not to another giant squid,” said Beverley.

My mum is game for any branch of Christianity that involves singing and hellfire," I said. "She likes churches so much she switches to a new one twice a year.

You're probably wondering why I decided to grace you with my presence," he said.
Which was true, since DCIs spend most of their life in their offices or, worse, in other people's offices and conference rooms. "Playing," Seawoll once said, "pin the fucking buzzword on the sodding flow chart.

None of those choices seemed likely, but if I’ve learned one thing on the job, it is that a coincidence can kill someone just as easily as malice.

Are you a practitioner?" I ask. "A wizard?"
"Sorceress, my dear," she says. "Practitioner is how the gentlemen have styled themselves, as quacks now style themselves as physicians.