Quotes About Intrigue

I suppose I could let bygones be bygones, forgive and forget, yadda yadda. But where's the fun in that? These pretty little bitches got everything I ever wanted, and now I'm going to make sure they get exactly what they deserve. Does that make me sound awful? Sorry, but as every pretty little liar knows, sometimes the truth's ugly-and it always hurts. I'll be watching.... Mwah! -A

Sutton's dead. Tell no one. Keep playing along... or you're next.

Stick with me, kids. It's about to get so good... -A

Holy shit," Spencer said. She held her T-shirt up against her naked chest. "What is it? Wren asked. Spencer stepped back. Her throat was dry. "Oh," she croaked. "Oh," Wren echoed. Melissa stood outside the window, her hair messay and Medusa-like, her face absolutely expressionless. A cigarette shook in her tiny, usually steady fingers. "I didn't know you smoked," Spencer finally said.

When Courtney appeared from the hallway, a whisper of a smile emerged on her eerily familiar face; Spencer's legs dissolved into Jell-O. Aria let out a small squeak.

I'm still here, bitches. And I know everything. —A

Sigo aquí, putas. Y lo sé todo. —A.

Mona played with dolls, I play with body parts. Game on bitches. -A

I do believe, girls, that Mr. Emo Boy is next. - Laurel

Detective Quinlan, I think I know who killed my sister." ... "That's interesting. I was just coming back here to tell you the same thing... Emma.

And I know something you don't know... I know where your twin sister is. Emma. I've been watching her for weeks. I found her for you, Sutton. - Ethan

Anybody's who's that obsessed with solving someone's murder obviously has something to hide.

For a novelist, the gaps in a story are as intriguing as material that still exists.

Google maps are one thing but there's no substitute for pounding the beat and I spent quite a bit of time figuring out how to break into the back of the houses on Belgrave Place. Once I even for followed by a suspicious householder - I'd been hanging around staring at the exterior of his flat for too long.

A chap wouldn't hole up in Occupied France just to get away from his wife, Vesta.

Afternoon drinkers shifted in the gloom as if they sensed new blood.

Mirabelle was always an enigma, and he had the sense that if he pushed her, she'd bolt.

he's a story i want to know from page one

can't decide if it's pretty or creepy, which, come to think of it, is about the same way I feel about you.

It takes me less than a minute to pick a pin-tumbler lock, but in that minute, anyone could wander into the hallway and say, "Sky, are you picking the lock on your mother's office?" Dad. I swear I have the nosiest family of all time. First Charles, now Dad. Couldn't anyone just mind their own business while I skulked around suspiciously?

Sheridan might of been Satan himself, still I could not take my eyes off of the man. When I separated him from his mount, though, I found I was looking at a squatty little fellow with black hair so short it looked painted on, a long body, strong, broad chest, short legs, not enough neck to hang him with, and arms so long that if his ankles itched he could scratch them without stooping. He

The circumstances of our meeting. I was wounded, my eyes were bandaged, and she saved my life. But most curious, ridiculous, really, if examined logically, is the fact that though I never actually saw the woman, I fell in love with her.

Mars and Venus are at it again. This time, Hephaestus is standing by with a private detective, a photographer, and a lawyer.

Yeah, I fancy women big time... I check them out more than I check men out. Maybe I would want to sleep with a woman... Not Beyonce, although I like the look of her, I don't think she's that dirty.