Amanda Knox Quotes

I don't know how to defend myself: surprised innocence cannot imagine being under suspicion.

Thoughts would go in and out of my mind, but I didn't want to believe that he could have done it.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don't trust enough.

What puts someone on guard isn't necessarily the fear of being found out.

The fear of murder has grown so enormous in the United States that it leaves a taint, like the mark of Cain, on everyone murder touches.

Those who are incapable of committing great crimes do not readily suspect them in others.

When I was 11, I was terrified about the world.

The ones who look the most suspicious are likely innocent. It's the ones who look innocent I need to beware.

I know people are going to be suspicious about everyone now. I know I don't have anything to hide. I've never done anything. It's just a shame it's gotten to this point.

Paranoia plays into all of us. Trust is a terrifying idea of not knowing who we can rely on.

The most mistrustful are often the greatest dupes.

Survival...is an infinite capacity for suspicion.

I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.

God, I am freaking out. Maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe I just look guilty of something and he’s picking up on that.

Paranoia is just another mask for ignorance. The truth, when you finally chase it down is almost always far worse than your darkest visions and fears

It's the same with spirit guises; show me a sweet little choirboy or a smiling mother and I'll show you the hideous fanged strigoi it really is. (Not always. Just sometimes. *Your* mother is absolutely fine, for instance. Probably.)

... pure and intelligent women can be deceived and misled by the baser sort, their very innocence and experience making them credulous and the helpless tools of the guilty and bold.

No innocent person ever has an alibi.

He who is punished is never he who performed the deed. He is always the scapegoat.

If the other fellow can't tell you his story, you can never be sure he isn't trying to kill you.

It is the strain of walking around the world-down the street, riding city buses and elevators, moving from place to place to place-and not knowing who might want to destroy you, who might like to fill your heart with poison, who might rob you and stab you, who might stand above you in the dark with a tarantula.

Suspicion follows close on mistrust.

Everything had been stripped of deceptions, that time. And that time I was afraid of everything.