Quotes About Suspense

of age. No distinguishing tattoos or birthmarks." He looked up, making sure he was being followed. "Five-ten

The plot thickens," he said, and wished he hadn't said that because it sounded like something from a bad detective novel. "I think we have a suspect." That didn't sound much better. "My house has just exploded, by the way." At least that was novel.

When, in the third book, we do learn the identity of the Blue Rose murderer, the information comes in a muted, nearly off-hand manner, and the man has died long before.

When a man has the rope about his neck, you don't ask him about his health!

Who shot him? I asked. The grey man scratched the back of his neck and said: Somebody with a gun.

My mom didn't write, but she loved to read. She liked books 'that made you a little nervous.' Stephen King, Dean Koontz and Peter Straub were the three wise men of our family bookshelf.

"Can't sleep with a dead man in my closet." "You killed someone?" asked Ben with interest.

Mind the dead man, my dear.

When the plot flags, bring in a man with a gun.

A tiny little wooden man [was] slowly ascending the steps to a real set of gallows, both perched on a box that read: Reusable Hangman — Spell It Or He'll Swing!

I read the script [Havenhurst] and I went to bed, but I woke up because somebody had knocked on my door. Or at least it seemed like somebody knocked on my door at, like, 4 in the morning.

Robert Walker as Bruno was excellent. He had elegance and humor, and the proper fondness for his mother

Think about scary movies: There's a fine line between horror and humor.

Death in the horror movies is when the monsters get you.

In movies, everyone is always surprised the door is unlocked.

It was the waiting and watching that cost the most. For during that time he had to endure.

We all live in suspense, from day to day, from hour to hour; in other words, we are the hero of our own story.

asked: "And I was very surprised by the ending. Were you?" "Of course not—I'd read it first. I don't think I could have stood the suspense if I hadn't known what was going to happen. I'd have been way too worried.

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William Hjortsberg

Well, how we going to sleep with that going on?" his wife demanded, not unreasonably. "Are they making love, or are they sore at each other, or are they just suffering down there?" ("I Wouldn't Be In Your Shoes")

Instead he lifted up his head and turned his neck so he could catch sight of the man just as he reached the back of the house—a darkly clothed figure with short legs and broad shoulders, his wide back hunched and powerful, running quite quickly despite a slight limp, ripping open the door with massive arms, tearing out into the light, glancing back with a quick twist of his huge neck before jumping like a cheetah over the fence.

My, my! That does sound serious. He's almost delirious, But let's not give up yet. The sun still hasn't set On this grim tale of grief. Of course, as its chief Architect, I know how it ends. But this river has more bends Before it flows into the sea. So I'll forgo my omnipotence And keep you in the dark. Oooooo! What suspense! I just love being me!

elle était si belle...de cette beauté à mettre des points de suspension partout.