Quotes About Intrigue

You journalists bulldoze life's mysteries, ignorant of what you're so ruthlessly turning up.

Everyone has a Cordova story, whether they like it or not.

It sounds like something out of a night film. Not real life.

She was inches from my face, really squinting , as if it were a section of a globe she'd never closely inspected before, an ocean filled with strings of unnamed islands.

Two: there was no car in the driveway, so the question of how he'd come here without an umbrella yet remained perfectly dry hung in the air, vaguely alarming, like a faint odor of gas.

but the goblin was still speaking in riddles.

The dog was dead. There was a garden fork sticking out of the dog...I decided the dog was probably killed with the fork because I could not see any other wounds in the dog and I do not think you would stick a garden fork into a dog after it had died for some other reason, like cancer, for example, or a road accident. But I could not be certain about this.

They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.

she watched the children the way a snake might watch a cat.

The Hound of the Baskervilles because it is a detective story which means that there are clues and Red Herrings.

Papa, Alessandro said, his eyes closing. She swims nude in the sea. She carries a pistol. And she wears perfume that makes me dizzy. Sometimes I go to the garden gate and smell the handle, because, when she touches it, the perfume stays.

Jamming was our ally. It made people curious about what we were hiding.

If I were ever to make an old-fashioned film noir—with a cynical plot full of intrigue, violence, and sudden twists, filmed on dark and menacing streets in misty black and white—I would shoot it in Havana.

The key elements of storytelling are love, mystery & conflict.

There was never yet an uninteresting life. Such a thing is an impossibility. Inside of the dullest exterior there is a drama, a comedy, and a tragedy.

There is something you find interesting, for a reason hard to explain. It is hard to explain because you have never read it on any page; there you begin. You were made and set here to give voice to this, your own astonishment.

with skull-and-crossbones painted in chicken blood.

Which is how I found myself in a bathroom full of machine-guns.

When I returned to the bedroom, there was confetti all over the room. I had no idea what had happened until I picked up one of the pieces of confetti. "Oh, shit. That's a nipple. She must have found the pictures," I thought. I was right.

For lust of knowing what we should not know,' he was fond of intoning, 'we take the Golden Road to Samarkand.

This was a glimpse through that mysterious door, once shut, that now seemed to stand ajar. It was as if sounds of far-off conflict, or the muffled din of music and shouting, dimly heard in the past, had now come closer than ever before. Stringham

They two men cut the door, and took the box, and opened it, — and when they'd opened it, they didn't get the swag. Where was the swag?

His wife, who was a year or two older than himself, was a fashionable woman, with thorough Whig tastes and aspirations, such as became the daughter of a great Whig earl; she cared for politics, or thought that she cared for them, more than her husband did; for a month or two previous to her engagement she had been attached to the Court, and had been made to believe that much of the policy of England's rulers depended on the political intrigues of England's women.

The day after Ussher