Quotes About Suspense

Michael Connelly (The Drop, 2011)

Ridiculous! People come here to write bombs, or direct them, or act in them, not plant them!

Sheldon Siegel

I'm here with Eggie." All eyes focused on Ric and he suddenly felt like he'd just been handed a speedy death sentence. "Not for that!" Miss Darla gasped, then added with a firm nod. "Don't you worry one bit, Ulrich. I made Eggie fill in that shallow grave before we drove up here." Lock grimaced and Ric swallowed. "Thank you?

'Alien' is one of my all-time favorite horror films - that has a great monster.

People love being scared, even for long periods of time.

...as if the world had become a giant train station in which everything was delayed until further notice.

Okay, so. You, Belikov, the Alchemist, Sonya Karp, Victor Dashkov, and Robert Doru are all hanging out in West Virginia together." "No," I said. "No?" "We're, uh, not in West Virginia.

For Ben, watching the bad guys blow up buildings and try to shoot down airliners just never got old.

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

We all live in suspense from day to day; in other words, you are the hero of your own story.

So let's not tell anyone," said Annie. "Dad won't believe it," said

It tastes like water spiked with strange.

Almost spent, as I was, by fatigue and the dreadful suspense I endured for several hours, this sudden certainty of life rushed like a flood of warm joy to my heart, and tears gushed from my eyes. How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!

the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.

E. C. FERGINS

We're going to die, Keith said, the moment he was gone. This man is a serial killer. We're going to die, and he's going to bury us in his garden and build a shed on us.

Stevie packed like someone who just heard that reports of the monster were true, and it was headed toward the city.

Something in the room had changed. My hand was on the floor, next to Stephen, but he wasn't as close to my hand as he had been. He had moved several inches over, toward the table. Just as I realized this, his arm shot out for the knife. In the next moment, he had rolled up on his knees and had Sadie caught in the crook of his arm. His face was pale, and he looked a bit shaken by the sudden movement. He was alive.

The bones were on the table, naked and chalky. The eye sockets hollow, the mouth in a loose grimace, as if to say. Yep, it's me. Bet you're wondering how I ended up here. It's a funny story actually....

Yes, she still smelled a bit of night funk, but that was fine. Sometimes detectives smell like night funk.

I think Lucas is going to Misery your ass,' Stevie said. 'Sorry about your ankles.

The sweatpants and long-sleeved shirt has an ominous ring to Stevie, hinting at activities in wild places where protection would be needed, or maybe at night to go raccoon-poking

You know me like a book.What kind of book Peter? A dime novel? A love story? A crime thriller? Or just a plagiarized manuscript? No, let's say: like a serial. A good, long, exciting serial—with the last installment missing.