Quotes About Intrigue

You can never be sure where you are with magic.

I was inclined to drift away from the sum to wonder why people would care what time two trains passed each other (spies), be so picky about seating arrangements (recently divorced people), or—which to this day remains incomprehensible—run the bath with no plug in.

Henry James escreveu não sei onde que ler um romance é olhar pelo buraco da fechadura.

warriors looked at one another, curious. One

Where were they going? What strange feminine secrets did they share in that last gay fateful hour?

Jeff put his mouth close to Debbie's ear, hoping he wouldn't be overheard. "I think our answer is in the statue of Anubis." Debbie jumped. "Don't do that!" Jeff grumbled, pulling a strand of her hair from his mouth.

We're going to lure whoever was on the stairs into the library." "Oh, c'mon, Jeff," she said, pulling away. "We lure him into the library? How do we do that? Promise to read to him?

I wonder what's in the boxes," Debbie said. "There's no telling what might be inside. All sorts of weird and creepy stuff, I bet." "I'm going to stuff you in one of them if you don't quit that!" Jeff said.

Perversion interests me most and is my guiding darkness.

Common politeness required that I find out; so did extreme nosiness.

Ruger was over six feet tall, roped with muscle and annoyingly handsome in an I'm-probably-a-murderer-but-I've-got-dimples-and-a-tight-ass-so-you'll-still-lust-after-me kind of way.

I could spend a year trying to describe him, but you still wouldn't fully appreciate his unique appeal until your panties spontaneously combusted the first time he smiled at you.

I didn't need to control her…Hell, I just wanted to sit back and watch her, try to figure out what made her tick and hold on for the ride.

I crept across the hall and knocked on the door. There weren't any screams or anything coming from inside. Good sign or bad? Hard to tell—this was my first felony and I didn't know the proper procedure.

P.S. If it's not a secret, will you tell me how you got my dollhouse inside our living room last Christmas? I know its too big to fit down the chimney. I measured.

Hannah! You've simply got to stop finding bodies. I swear you attract them like a magnet. If you're not careful, everyone's going to get the wrong impression of you." - Delores Swenson

Others wonder, if the Bogey isn't wearing his pants, who is?

Pauline let out a loud groan. "Everybody thinks everybody is the killer. The lady at the 7-Eleven says it's that guy Sam from the Gill Creek Maritime Museum, because he has sinister eyebrows. I think it's Liam." Liam stared into the fire. "I did it with s'more sticks.

You are Shenkt? I expected more." "Pray to whatever god you believe in that you never see more." "I do not pray." Shenkt leaned close, and whispered in his ear. "I advise you to start.

That's the trouble with answers. They're never as exciting as the questions, somehow.

snowed in with secrets. Whenever she opened

There was something too extraordinary in the appearance of this man, too singular in his conduct, to pass unnoticed by the visitors. He. was of a tall thin figure, bending forward from the shoulders; of a sallow complexion, and harsh features, and had an eye, which, as it looked up from the cloke that muffled the lower part of his countenance, seemed expressive of uncommon ferocity.

Because of my underpants?" Ivan asks. "Chiefly because of Pontius Pilate." [from Bulgakov's The Master & Margarita ]

Why is it that you still beguile me – As wind, stone, bird – and all the likes? Why is that you smile on me – With sudden summer lightning strikes?