Quotes About Suspense

Now Michael J. watches her from high on the sycamore.

The Demolished Man.

That Thursday afternoon, August 26, Vince Nasco drove to Johnny The Wire Santini's place in San Clemente to pick up the past week's report, which was when he learned of the murder of Ted Hockney in Santa Barbara the previous evening. The condition of the corpse, especially the missing eyes, linked it to The Outsider. Johnny had also ascertained that the NSA had quietly assumed jurisdiction in the case, which convinced Vince it was related to the Banodyne fugitives

Shivering pleasantly, Vince plucked the car keys off the floor where the dead man had dropped them, went into the garage, and opened the Cadillac's trunk, being careful not to touch any surface on which he might leave a clear fingerprint. The trunk was empty. Good. He carried Weatherby's corpse out of the laundry room, put it in the trunk, closed and locked the lid

The flesh on the nape of my neck did the crawly thing that it does so well. Some people say this is God's warning that the devil is near, but I've noticed I also experience it when someone serves me Brussels sprouts.

Although it earned him a living, a suspense writer's imagination made him more aware of the constant proximity of death than were most people. Every dog was a potential rabies carrier. Every strange van passing through the neighborhood was driven by a sexual psychopath who would kidnap and murder any child left unattended for more than three seconds. Every can of soup in the pantry was botulism waiting to happen.

NOT DEAD A chill swept down her back.

damned might call jealously to the living. Three more shots follow the first three.

Charles Mainway

She has been sitting on the step for half an hour when she hears semiautomatic rifle fire in the distance.

the quiet is broken by a high-pitched buzzing like an immense swarm of angry wasps.

If it's not a man that Zenon and Rice have come after, then what have they shot?

The Turn of the Screw.

then went to the refrigerator and got a small bottle full of blood.

one of his slippers was found on his dock.

bloodstream

The appeal was obvious, the cleanly geometry, the assurances of physical ballistics, the organic richness of the wooden lanes and the mute servitude of the machines that raised the pins and swept away the fallen, above all the powerlessness and suspense, the ball held, the ball directed, the ball traveling away like a son, beyond hope of influence. A slow, large, powerful game. Sands

It was like sitting through a movie, no matter how boring or confusing, until the end. Because at the end, sometimes things were explained or the ending itself was cool enough that you felt like sitting through all the boring stuff had been worth it.

BY THE PRICKING OF MY THUMBS

I lifted the pistol a little

le Comte Saint Germain," he said, and paused

I love a 'Doctor Who' cliffhanger.

I am really into crime documentaries.

I always find with dramas that the more that's left to the imagination of the audience, the better.