Jim Wilson: Cops have no friends. Nobody likes a cop. On either side of the law. Nobody. Captain Brawley: Is that what you wa...nt? People to like you? Then you're in the wrong business and you ought to get out. Jim Wilson: It's the only job I know. Has been for eleven years now. Captain Brawley: Then make up your mind to be a cop. Not a gangster with a badge.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This is just a job like any other job. I do it the best I can. It's never enough but I do it. When I go home, I don't take this st...uff with me, I leave it outside. But you, the way you carry it around inside, you must like it! Maybe you think that makes you a good cop. The way you're going you won't be good to anybody! Not even yourself! Somebody had to tell you. To get anything out of this life, you got to put something in it. From the heart!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In motherhood, where seemingly opposite realities can be simultaneously true, the role of nurturer invariably conflicts with the r...ole of socializer. When trouble came as it surely must, was I the good cop who understood, the bad cop who terrorized, or both?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In our world of big names, curiously, our true heroes tend to be anonymous. In this life of illusion and quasi-illusion, the perso...n of solid virtues who can be admired for something more substantial than his well-knownness often proves to be the unsung hero: the teacher, the nurse, the mother, the honest cop, the hard worker at lonely, underpaid, unglamorous, unpublicized jobs.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
His berd as any sowe or fox was reed, And therto brood, as though it were a spade.... Upon the cop right of his nose he hade A werte, and theron stood a toft of herys Reed as the brustles of a sowes erys. His nosethirles blake were and wyde.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It's up the spout and Charley Wag With wipes and tickers and what not... Until the squeezer nips your scrag, Booze and the blowens cop the lot.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I'll be all around in the dark. I'll be everywhere, wherever you can look. Wherever there's a fight so hungry people can eat, I'll... be there. Wherever there's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there. I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad. I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry and they know supper's ready. And when the people are eatin' the stuff they raised, livin'in the houses they build, I'll be there too.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Wherever there's a fight so hungry people can eat, I'll be there. Wherever there's a cop beating up a guy, I'll be there. I'll be ...in the way guys yell when they're mad. I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry and they know supper's ready. And when the people eat the stuff they raise, and living in the houses they build, I'll be there, too.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is a cop who is both prowler and father: ... He has access to machinery that could get you put away;... and if, in the sickening light of the precinct, and if, in the sickening light of the precinct, your details sound like a portrait of your confessor, will you swallow, will you deny them, will you lie your way home? Hunger makes a human being lapse into a state of lethargy, especially city hunger. Is there any place else in the world where a human being is supposed to go hungry amidst plenty without an outcry, without protest, where only the boldest steal or kill for bread, and the timid crawl the streets, hunger like the beak of a terrible bird at night?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »