Quotes About Suspense

So there I was being strangled by a ranting, half-naked madman in the middle of the woods, with a she-werewolf dangling from a rope snare somewhere nearby.

No one was standing in the shadows smoking a cigarette or looking about with a shifty-eyed gaze. I couldn't see anyone quickly hiding a bloody knife behind his back or twirling a moustache, either. That ruled out the Dudley Do-Right approach to finding the killer.

We headed toward the creepy old slaughterhouse full of dangerous beings. Which... pretty much tells you what kind of day I was having, right there.

I held my hand up, frowning. Wait a minute. Where did you say this thing was stolen from? The Cathedral of Saint John the Baptist. Father Vincent said. In Northern Italy. I said. He nodded. In Turin, to be exact. He nodded again, his expression reserved. Someone stole the freaking Shroud of Turin ? I demanded. Yes. I settled back in the chair, looking down at the photos again. This changed things. This changed things a lot.

A mangled corpse in the middle of a blood-drenched floor. Berserk FBI field agents drawing guns and shooting to kill. A little kung fu, a little John Wayne, and a few casual threats. So far, I thought, my nerves jangling, just one more night on the job.

No one was standing in the shadows smoking a cigarette or looking about with a shifty-eyed gaze. I couldn't see anyone quickly hiding a bloody knife behind his back or twirling a moustache, either. That ruled out the Dudley Do-Right approach to finding the killer.

We took off his armor and gear in helicopter, to stop the bleeding. Maybe it fell out into the lake." I snorted. He grimaced and nodded. "Da, I know. That did not happen." I sighed. "Marcone. I'll look into it.

Harry?" she asked. "What was that?" "The plot," I said, "thickening.

The biggest suspense of life you never know that whose praying for you and whose playing with you.

Do you know, when I stepped through that gate I felt as though I had walked into a new world...something quite different from anything I had known before. I felt that something tremendously dramatic was happening and because it was all so quiet and in a way ordinary that made it rather sinister.

It's like why people read scary books or go see scary movies. Because it creates a distance. They're scared, but they're not going to get hurt.

Rose meant that while horror films proffered suspense, in reality every fan knows the accepted "rules" of the genre. He argued that, in general, horror movies are actually "one of the safest spaces in cinema" since a fan's knowledge of what to expect provides them with a "flashlight" for the darkest corners a director might lead them to.

Conspiracy theories are, like horror, tales of how the worst thing you imagine is true. "You think things are bad? Well, let me tell you, buddy, you don't know the half of it.

The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Christmas Eve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be . . .

Suspense-is Hostiler than Death-Death- tho soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increase- Suspense-does not conclude-.

We are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve.

Death, jewelry, or magic; it sounded like Valentine's Day.

Philippa Gregory

I just know she's going to go there today and sneak down in that cellar." "So?" said Jake. "Then what?" asked Josh. So? Then what? After all his brilliant work luring Caroline to the cellar, his brothers didn't know what to do? "What do you mean, then what?" squawked Wally. And he suddenly realized he didn't know either. He put his imagination on fast-forward.

to see the drooling, pink mouth open

You won't be going home tonight - or ever, Trevor whispered. You've seen too much.

Grandpa Mo choked out. They...they...they are hungry. Very hungry.

him!" I cried. "Somebody

atmosphere.