Quotes About Intrigue

It was only after seeing Irwin's study that I decided to seduce him.

Twarze te i te wszystkie oczy zwróciÅ'y siÄ™ teraz w mojÄ… stronÄ™, a ja, przyciÄ…gniÄ™ta ich wzrokiem jak magicznÄ… niciÄ…, weszÅ'am do Å›rodka.

It is the exception that interests the devil.

Then the worst happened, that big, dark, hunky boy, the only one there huge enough for me, who had been hunching around over women, and whose name I had asked the minute I had come into the room, but no one told me, came over and was looking hard in my eyes and it was Ted Hughes.

You know, he says, you have met a lot of boys like me and I have never before met any body like you. You've got it. What have I got? I don't know. You've just got it.

He pipes a world of snakes, Of sways and coilings, from the snake-rooted bottom Of his mind. (...)

That meddling in other people's affairs...formerly conducted by the most discreet intrigue is now openly advocated under the name of intervention.

What is that noise?

On his life between 1926-1927: like a bad Russian novel

Crains, dans le mur aveugle, un regard qui t'épie!

Once in a very long time you come across a book that is far, far more than the ink, the glue and the paper, a book that seeps into your blood.

Are you dippy, and all that sort of thing? Bats in the belfry—what? My word!" Marlowe stepped nearer to him and spoke in a lower voice. "Suppose, Mr. Warwick

Conspiracy was all around, wearing a million masks.

Israbel smiled once more. It was difficult to take your gaze away from her mouth - unless you looked into her eyes; and then you could only look at those... (Israbel)

From the things that get told, I would prefer not to know him any better.

The devilish qualities, not always limited to masks, were awake and stirring.

He had a hard face, tanned but sallow, wings of black hair beneath a shaved crown, and a collar of swarthy gold set with gems. But his gaze also clung on Cyrion. It like a lover's look. Or the starving lion as it beholds the deer.

A peacock, a leopard, a prince he saw himself through shining haze. Others could only pierce that haze and reach him by processes of rage or insult or rivalry or some deep and personal intrusion. He was perverse and knew it and gloried in it. Others feared him for his madness. Others fearfully admired him. Perhaps he himself was one of these.

The dark mouthed Cyrion. It licked him, rolled him around on its tongue. The lit taper was just a garnish to its palate, it liked the light with Cyrion, as a man might like salt with his meat.

He, with his hair like the earliest sunrise, his fair complexion, his eyes gilded by lashes longer than their own, was like a being from another world.

It was, for sure, the fault of those two gallants who had come up onto the balcony. One was an absolute Satan in his mask (though a fine figure on him), the other, unmasked and marvelous as a young knight in a stained glass window, stone-white and apparently dead, yet fit for an empress to lay hands on. Moved herself, Cornelia could see the effect this spectacle would have on the impressionable and sheltered virgin. Beg to Jesus to put such stirrings out of little Iuletta's breast.

It seemed that across some thirty paces of mosaic, candle wax and human forms, Leopardo had singled him out. The observation was not actually a threat, more a calculation. Romulan, sensing himself weighed, would neither glance away nor move. At risk of dislocation of the neck, he gave Leopardo back watch for watch. The tableau was ended suddenly by a blast of tenor trumpets from the head of the banner-draped stairway.

Leopardo Chenti was drinking from a crystalc up and had turned from him, and so Romulan glanced at Mercurio. That face had grown ominously demure.

To confront the witch and her witchery, was, after all, turning out to be interesting.