A Quote by Patty Hearst

I finally figured out what my crime was. I lived. Big mistake. — © Patty Hearst
I finally figured out what my crime was. I lived. Big mistake.
I finally figured it out, I finally figured out how to find some peace and happiness. I sure would hate for the man upstairs to take me now. But at least I did figure it out.
I'm unique for a suspense author in that I don't have a specialty background. A lot of suspense writers used to be lawyers or crime beat reporters. I didn't even know a cop when I started out. I finally figured out that I could visit prisons - I just had to be willing to make the phone calls.
Sometimes having a big amount of time is a gift, because by the time you're at the end of the run you feel like you've figured it out finally or discovered everything you can about the character. Sometimes that's not the case.
I have finally figured out that the purpose of life is to enjoy it.
I finally figured out the only reason to be alive is to enjoy it.
I finally figured out how to read origami directions.
And if there was one thing I'd finally figured out, it was that your mind is something you always CAN change.
I've finally figured out how to make a Rodney Crowell record, and that's let it be, leave the mistakes.
I don't watch scripted television, and I finally figured out why. It's my line of work, you know? It's what I do.
I found that if I don't paint for around a week, I get practically suicidal. It took a long time to figure out why I had these mood swings, and I finally figured out it's because I haven't painted.
Once I got interested in organized crime, and, specifically, Jewish organized crime, I got very interested in it. I have learned that, like my narrator Hannah, I'm a crime writer in my own peculiar way. Crime with a capital "C" is the subject that I'm stuck with - even Sway is about "crime" in a certain way. The nice thing about crime is that it enables you to deal with some big questioO
Concentrate and think upon the problem in mind until a satisfactory conclusion is reached, and then finally go ahead. If you have made a mistake, all right. Never find fault with a man because he has made a mistake. It is only a fool that makes the same mistake the second time.
I've finally figured out what's wrong with photography. It's a one-eyed man looking through a little 'ole. Now, how much reality can there be in that?
I never thought I was cut out for a life of crime. I even felt guilty when I accidentally stole a Subbuteo catalogue, thinking it was free. But everyone has an inner rebel, and mine has finally found a natural outlet. My crime of choice is that, with a heart as cold as ice and no care for what society thinks, I steal wireless computer network time.
'Finally' actually started out as a poem. I always wrote poetry, and pretty soon I figured out that if I could write poems, I could write songs.
And now after all this time I finally figured out how to trap him... I will become him.
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