Quotes About Intrigue

You've always been so annoying, Julian," he spat. "Everything's always been about you, hasn't it? Who Julian was sleeping with or flirting with or cheating on. It was endless. And now here you are again. The MP. The politician.

From the screen, a huge white face had looked at him, a face with a mouth one wished one could wish to kiss, and eyes that made one wonder—a wonder which was pain—just what it was they were seeing. He felt as if there was something—deep in his brain, behind everything he thought and everything he was—which he did not know, but she knew, and he wished he did, and wondered whether he could ever know it, and should he, if he could, and why he wished

The man who entered was a stranger. He was young, tall, and something about him suggested violence, though she could not say what it was, because the first trait one grasped about him was a quality of self-control that seemed almost arrogant.

For once, she expected some emotion from him; and an emotion would be the equivalent of seeing him broken. She did not know what it was about him that had always made her want to see him broken.

She saw the man below looking at her, she saw the insolent hint of amusement tell her that he knew she did not want him to look at her now. She turned her head away.

You know, there's a thing that stumps me. You're the coldest man I know. And I can't understand why - knowing that you're actually a fiend in your quiet sort of way - why I always feel, when I see you, that you're the most life-giving person I've ever met.

You know me like a book.What kind of book Peter? A dime novel? A love story? A crime thriller? Or just a plagiarized manuscript? No, let's say: like a serial. A good, long, exciting serial—with the last installment missing.

This shit would be really interesting if we weren't in the middle of it.

I was intrigued by old Frank, with his books and whiskey breath and the hint of hard-earned knowledge behind the hooded eyes.

the jury was overwhelmed by the tangle of conflicting tales of Austrian spies, slave-smugglers, mysterious veiled ladies, nameless hired bravos, Italian politics, and enraged divas

she's never forgotten, either, how a mystery caught in the hand could lose its grace

The most important part of a story is the piece of it you don't know.

Soli, let me tell you. The most important thing about a person is always the thing you don't know.

Two dots an inch apart, as small and tidy as punctuation marks at the end of a sentence none of us could read. The sentence would have started somewhere just above her heart.

Lately whenever I'd scratched somebody's surface I'd turned up a ghost story.

The leopards will walk upright like men on our paths. The snakes will come out of the ground and seek our houses instead of hiding in their own.

Sóli, let me tell you. The most important thing about a person is always the thing you don't know.

One look at her and I was gone. This is the truth, it was first sight. I fell down a well into some shiny dream, and if somebody had thrown me a

The first time I went in, he didn't notice me because of reading a book. Not regular reading, I mean gone. He and that big book were not in this house, nor maybe this world.

Dead men don't bleed. A thriller title if ever there was one.

And what's this the cat's dragged in then? Lochinvar,' she said acidly.

The front door opened again. I glanced up and saw Karate. Christ, I thought. The gang's all here.

Barry Eisler

A mole could only avoid and evade the monitoring systems of which he was aware. Which made it crucial that almost no one be permitted to see the whole picture. Within