Quotes About Intrigue

Another small mystery to muse over, if you like, or just forget, which I recommend.

Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?

A bathrobe answered the door. Inside it, a woman...

There were thousands of households throughout that city and there was something happening in all of them. There was some kind of story in each, but self-contained. No one else knew. No one else cared.

Around six-thirty, Rory was across the street, leaning against a telegraph pole, smiling just for laughs; the world was filthy, and so was he. After a short search, he pulled a long strand of girls' hair from his mouth. Whoever she was, she was out there somewhere, she lay open-legged in Rory's head. A girl we'll never know, or see.

Las intrigas que nos empujan hasta el final son las que me inquietan, me desconciertan, me pican la curiosidad y me asombran. Quedan muchas cosas en las que pensar. Queda mucha historia.

Creo que a los humanos les gusta contemplar la destrucción a pequeña escala.

There were great big shrugs of breath of him...

I don't have much interest in building mystery. Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.

I'm spoiling the ending, not only of the entire book, but of this particular piece of it. I have given you two events in advance, because I don't have much interest in building mystery. Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.

We can't leave him here, the smell will kill us . . . and we can't carry him out the door and drag him up the street, either. We can't just say, 'You'll never guess what we found in our basement this morning . . .

Sin embargo —seguramente por la atracción que ejercían los libros sobre ella— acabó entrando en la casa.

El misterio me aburre, es una lata. [...] Las intrigas que nos empujan hasta el final son las que me inquietan, me desconciertan, me pican la curiosidad y me asombran. Quedan muchas en las que pensar. Queda mucha historia.

el crimen hablaba por sí solo.

I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me. There are many things to think of. There is much story.

The problem with a book is that you never know what it's planning to do to you until you're too far into it.

He quickly stuffed the book between the cushion and the arm of the sofa. The title alone was enough to kill off brain cells: Within a Budding Grave.

So what's interesting? It ain't like he

He didn't want to please his readers. He wanted to stretch them until they twanged.

Who let the dogs in? ...This, we fear, is going to be the question. Who let the dogs in? Who let the dogs in? Who? Who?

When you're in love and trying to make someone love you back, you can hear the texture of your own footfalls, the whistling passage of your breath. Invisible eyes monitor you constantly: even at night something presides over the shape of your sleep. Every thought carries a tick or a cross.

Al igual que la escritura, la pintura parece reflejar un mundo patas arriba en el que, por así decirlo, la flecha del tiempo discurre en sentido contrario. Las invisibles líneas de la velocidad hacen pensar en un nexo de secuencia y proceso muy diferente. De nuevo ese razonamiento. Siempre me intriga y me desazona, es curioso. Me pregunto si todas las artes son así.

You're the one thought psychopaths were so interesting, but they're kinda tiresome after a while, don't you think?

Sunflowers for Sarita is a fast-paced, high caliber romantic suspense. I couldn't stop reading!