Quotes About Intrigue

'Rosemary's Baby' is one of my all-time favorite books. I love that it just ends with, you know, 'Hey, the devil's in the world, and guess what? Mom kind of likes him!' And that's the end.

We like to crystallize something in the audience's brain that makes them say, 'Hey I really want to watch that. I'm really interested in it.'

Americans are hidden dragons to me.

Crime stories show us the part of people's lives they try to keep hidden.

I like all these little animals that run and eat and hide all the time. I like their faces, They seem to be scared and curious at the same time.

I like boxes because of the secrets they hide.

What are you hiding? No one ever asks that.

You had better not open that door.

VISITORS FROM THE HALL.

But at any rate, one thing was certain. The conspiracy that he had dreamed of did exist, and he had reached the outer edges of it.

The moon is beautiful partly because we cannot reach it, (the sea is impressive because one can never be sure of crossing it safely. Even the pleasure one takes in a flower — and this is true even of a botanist who knows all there is to be known about the flower is dependent partly on the sense of mystery.

Oh, woman, woman! (...) Thou art a mystery, an abyss, and he who thinks to know thee is totally mad.

È conoscendo meglio la vittima che in genere si scopre l'assassino.

It was impressive to observe Maigret. In fact, a curious phenomenon was taking place. As he came and went in this house that wasn't his, as he evoked lives he hadn't lived, he was no longer entirely the heavy, placid, rough-hewn Maigret. Without his realizing it, there was a little of Forlacroix in the way he moved, the way he spoke. The two men could not have been more dissimilar and yet, at certain moments, it was so striking that the lawyer was quite bothered by it.

Oh, by the way, while I was having a glass of your delicious gueuze beer, I spotted a crook…

Was it he who had shacked up with the two Martini women, the mother with the plastered face and the daughter with the callipygian figure? … Was it he who had immersed himself blissfully in the crapulous laziness of the Liberty Bar? …

Georges Simenon

Georges Simenon

His attention caught, her companion raised his eyes from the book which lay open beside him on the table and directed them upon her in a look of aloof enquiry. 'What's that? Did you say something to me, Venetia?' 'Yes, love,' responded his sister cheerfully, 'but it wasn't of the least consequence, and in any event I answered for you. You would be astonished, I daresay, if you knew what interesting conversations I enjoy with myself.

I don't know what you may have seen fit to tell her, Venetia, but so far as I understand it you could think of nothing better to do than to beguile her with some farrago about wishing Damerel to strew rose-leaves for you to walk on! Damerel, who had resumed his seat, had been staring moodily into the fire, but at these words he looked up quickly. Rose-leaves? His eyes went to Venetia's face, wickedly quizzing her. But my dear girl, at this season? Be quiet, you wretch! she said, blushing.

How very odd, to be sure!' 'What is?' She walked on, her brow a little furrowed. 'Wishing to kiss someone you never saw before in your life. It seems quite mad-brained to me, besides showing a sad want of particularity.

You will allow that one's curiosity must be aroused when one learns that a lady is prepared to elope to escape from advances one had not the least intention of making!

That Fish of yours is queer in her attic.' 'Freddy, she is not!' Must be. Dash it, wouldn't write to you about Henry VIII if she wasn't! Stands to reason.

I didn't smuggle the dog into the country; I merely caused him to be smuggled out of Baluchistan.