Quotes About Intrigue

Each of them is a book through which other books dream. (referring to Nodier's SMARRA and TRILBY)

On more than one occasion David, in his urge to explore the darker corners of the bookshelves, had found himself wearing strands of spider silk in his face and hair, causing the web's creator to scuttle into a corner and crouch balefully, lost in thoughts of arachnoid revenge.

First the girl, then the detective, now the wolf. The town was starting to unravel.

So, how we doin'?" "Same as usual: dead people, a mystery, more dead people." "Who we lost?" "The boy. His guardians. Maybe Elliot Norton." "Shit, don't sound like we got anybody left. Anyone hires you better leave you your fee in their will.

There appeared to be only two types of business in the town: everybody's business, and business that was not yet everybody's but soon would be once the local gossips had got to work on it.

It was like finding oneself under the scrutiny of a stuffed bird. His

On more than one occasion David, in his urge to explore the darker corners of the bookshelves, had found himself wearing strands of spider silk in his face and hair, causing the web's resident to scuttle into a corner and crouch balefully, lost in thoughts of arachnid revenge.

Billy grinned. 'Seems to me that you might be up to no good here. Are you a bad man?' Quayle smiled back, and the lights of the bar gleamed like dying stars in the void of his eyes. 'Trust me when I say that you have no conception.' Billy's smile faded.

We were about to give up and call it a night when somebody threw the girl off the bridge.

She later said, "Sex to Jack [Kennedy] meant no more than a cup of coffee." How did she know? Did she ever have coffee with him? I have no reason to think so, but in that picture, the president looks like he's about to start the percolator.

I have committed another crime, Hadley,' he said. 'I have guessed the truth again.

It's all very well to have your eight suspects parading in their endless ring-around-the-rosebush outside the library. That's fine. But give some sensible reason why they were there. If you must shower the room with bus tickets, provide a reason for that too. In other words, construct your story. Your present problem is not to explain the villainy of the guilty: it's to explain the stupidity of the innocent.

There's no keeping anything from you, is there, Devil-face?" she demanded, rolling about in her seat almost gaily. "Now, then, how did you know that?

paperchase. And it is on a deduction drawn from

Dead men tell no tales.

and go look and see the book was missing from that back room.

Even the most ordinary life is a mystery if you look close enough.

Life is an X-rated soap opera.

I've been a spy for almost all of my adult life - I don't like being in the spotlight.

I've always been interested in past lives, because they're earmarks of what creates us.

Suspense left my life a long time ago, now it has returned. I do not care for it.

I find this life so interesting.

I don't watch like Sci-fi or things like that, I'm always more like real life is so endlessly fascinating to me.

Clark Gable seemed fascinating all his life because there wasn't so much information about him. Today, you're on television all the time.