Quotes About Intrigue

Libraries, have always seemed to me pleasantly mad places, and for as long as I can remember I've been seduced by their labyrinthine logic." - The Library at Night

Whatever is he saying? said a voice, very near, distinct and shrill through the warblings of the Super-Wurlitzer. The Savage violently started and, uncovering his face, looked round. Five khaki twins, each with the stump of a long eclair in his right hand, and their identical faces variously smeared with liquid chocolate, were standing in a row, puggily goggling at him. They met his eyes and simultaneously grinned. One of them pointed with his eclair butt. Is she dead?he asked.

Private. Not to be opened, was written in capital letters on the cover. He raised his eyebrows. It was the sort of thing one wrote in one's Latin Grammar while one was still at one's preparatory school. Black is the raven, black is the rook, But blacker the thief who steals this book! It was curiously childish, he thought, and he smiled to himself. He opened the book. What he saw made him wince as though he had been struck.

Fanno delle cose, le donne, alle volte, che c'è da rimanerci secchi. Potresti passare una vita a provarci: ma non saresti capace di avere quella leggerezza che hanno loro, alle volte. Sono leggere dentro. Dentro.

Jasper Gwyn diceva che tutti siamo qualche pagina di un libro, ma di un libro che nessuno ha mai scritto e che invano cerchiamo negli scaffali della nostra mente.

Quel che aveva pensato Jasper Gwyn era che quella ragazza era perfetta. Aveva in mente come la bellezza irrimediabile del suo viso suggerisse un desiderio che poi il suo corpo smentiva, con fare placido e lento, perfetto. Era veleno e antidoto - lo era in modo dolce ed enigmatico. jasper Gwyn non l'aveva incontrata una sola volta senza sentire l'infantile desiderio di toccarla, appena: ma come avrebbe potuto desiderare di posare le dita su un insetto lucente, o su un vetro coperto di vapore.

Oh, no; I should find there people who would force me to understand things of which I would prefer to remain ignorant, and who would try to explain to me, in spite of myself, a mystery which even they do not understand.

People with something to hide wore sunglasses indoors. They were the ones you had to watch very carefully.

Her engagement? That is a long story." He laughed

It transpired that he was an electricity thief. We would have imagined many things of which he might be guilty—many unspeakable things…

Il y a une femme dans toutes les affaires; aussitôt qu'on me fait un rapport, je dis: 'Cherchez la femme'.

It was a strange thing: one never appeared to take a step forward int he heart or mind of this man. Those who wished, so to speak, to force their way into intimacy with him found the path blocked.

How strange, continued the king, with some asperity; the police think that they have disposed of the whole matter when they say, 'A murder has been committed,' and especially so when they can add, 'And we are on the track of the guilty persons.

Do you think that, if I did, I would lead you to the answer inch by inch, like a dramatist or a novelist?

Every story began with the same claim: "If you hear the first part, you'll want to hear the second. If you hear the story today, you'll come back tomorrow for another. If you hear the story tonight, you'll think about it as you sleep.

Though everyone in the bar knew who he was, no one asked him about the death, though one old man did rustle his newspaper suggestively.

But even after the first week, when Hart got out of the presidential race because of the Washington Post's threat to reveal a long-term relationship Hart had apparently been having with a prominent Washington woman, the media continued to embellish my past.

Cosmo poked his head back through the wall. He barked twice at Kaz, then disappeared again.

If these walls started talking, the entire Island would be put under quarantine while the government moved in an army of psychiatrists.

the Devil danced all over the place in his beautiful eyes. You never knew what kind of surprise he had for you, just to make you laugh.

He was a dark and stormy knight. A latter-day rake with eyes the color of emeralds worth a queen's ransom. His smile promised voyages to the moon. And heaven alone knew how many females lay littered in his wake. To a rousing burst of Rachmaninoff, he swept into my London flat one January evening and, with the hauteur of his greeting, captured my virgin heart forever and a day. 'Miss Ellie Simons? My car awaits. Shall we splurge on dinner or parking tickets?

To the men exposed to his rule Lymond never appeared ill: he was never tired; he was never worried, or pained, or disappointed, or passionately angry. If he rested, he did so alone; if he slept, he took good care to sleep apart. "—I sometimes doubt if he's human," said Will, speaking his thought aloud. "It's probably all done with wheels.

Stop watching me," she'd say all the time, a little smile on her face because she was watching me too. "I can't help it," I'd reply "I'm fascinated by you, in love with you." "Well, go be fascinated and in love with the TV, I'm trying to sort things out, it's not easy with you watching.

Always keep 'em guessing.