Quotes About Intrigue

She packed a small suitcase with a few clothes and toiletries, then wheeled it to Madoc's suite. She knocked on the door, he opened it part way. "I'm moving in. If you try to keep me out again, I'm going to grab hold of a body part you like and start twisting. "

He went to the light switch by the door and flicked it off. When he turned, she glowed in the golden light from the space heater, and the shadow over her shoulders on the wall seemed a looming, black-cloaked figure. An ancient, mythical harbinger of doom and destruction. He blinked. It turned into a pattern of blocked light again. Jesus, what the hell was that about? He was rattled, jittery, scared half to death. But he could no more say no to this girl than he could stop breathing.

Tonight he was a firm adherent to the classic McCloud school of thought; plant bugs first, apologize later.

This gives us two whys. Why do people still read Byomkesh? Why do we need a hot afternoon in a quiet house in a small town to discover Byomkesh?

Your maman was in my room last night." "And I was not." His tone was glum.

I never imagined the unknown could be so beautiful.

I have eaten brains, my tongue loves to probe the delicate folds

The story told, true or fabled, was that Rock was back in the pool house, taking a shower, when the lights went out. Suddenly he felt the warm, naked body of Joan Crawford beside him. "Sssh, baby," she whispered, "close your eyes and pretend I'm Clark Gable.*4

The worse the mess, the more I get to wonder.

Sheila Sweeny Higginson

And the killer knows you and doesn't know how much you've figured out.

If it's not some daring, dangerous affair, it's just not interesting, or so it seems. So, here you have two people - a famous American iconic couple - who actually like each other sexually, in marriage. Imagine.

Why was she sitting in a tree?" "She was hiding from the organ thieves." Ric blinked. "Sorry?" "Do you really want me to explain it?" "Not particularly.

I try to pester Christian Dunn from time to time. As soon as my schedule allows, I plan to make a real pest of myself and get some hot, slippery Chaos action.

The irruption of the supernatural into our world is a much more enticing notion to explore than the same thing happening in some past time, or in a wholly imaginary world.

Each time that I think you go, I turn around and you're creeping in.

As a writer I'm essentially just trying to impersonate a first-time reader, who picks up the story and has to decide, at every point, whether to keep going.

There's just an enormous vast universe of possible intrigue out there and why not pay attention to it? Because then you're not burdened with trying to find that meaning in yourself all the time.

What is their potential for evil; what is their potential for wickedness? That's the only time that those characters become interesting to watch.

Any time I'm not shooting my mouth off to a clichéd, two-bit creature of the night like you, it's because I'm up to something.

Viewers can hate a character and at the same time can't take their eyes off of him.

Adrien, people get killed all the time. Since when is it your job to find out what happened to them?" "I'm not usually suspected of murdering them." "You have been as long as I've known you.

I don't want to look. I've got to look." Vance... "Vital Perception

Whaaaaaat is going on?" May whispered out of the corner of her mouth."I'm sort of comforted by the fact that I can't figure it out, " Jack responded.