I was never a wet-eyed, passionate writer; I was always a policeman. - Joseph Wambaugh - Quotesmemo.com

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Heaven and hell are not geographical. If you go in search of them you will never find them anywhere. They are within you, they are psychological. The mind is heaven, the mind is hell, and the mind has the capacity to become either. But people go on thinking everything is somewhere outside. We always go on looking for everything outside because to be inwards is very difficult. We are outgoing. If somebody says there is a god, we look at the sky. Somewhere, sitting there, will be the divine person.

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Joseph Wambaugh

I was never a wet-eyed, passionate writer; I was always a policeman.

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Probably 95 percent of the things that are written never get on the screen.

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The time has come for professional jurors.

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The O. J. Simpson case, they had no understanding of that DNA evidence, and didn't want to.

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It`s corruption never been systemic, because a fish rots from the head

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