Quotes About Intrigue

What chord did she pluck in my soul that girl with the golden necklace & ivory breasts whose body ignited the river: she who rose like the moon from her bathing & brushed back the ebony hair that fell to her waist & walked off into the twilight dark— O my soul, what chord did she pluck that I am still trembling.

There's a lot of thought in art. People get to talk about important things. There's a lot of sex, you know, in art. There's a lot of naked women and men, and there's intrigue, there's fakery. It's a real microcosm of the larger world.

staggering gait. I wonder if he's with the wedding

If the truth be known, they would realize that Cheng's network was far more pervasive, so much so that it had drilled into the very core of the American government in Washington.

Family history isn't full of happy endings, Jefferson. You know that. And isn't that one of the allures of the job? It's the skeletons in the closet that get people like us out of bed in the morning, isn't it?

Chapter the Eleventh: In Which the Plot, Behaving in Much the Manner Of a Soup to which Corn Starch Has been Added, Begins, at Last, to Thicken.

Several years ago, I was getting drunk with four or five of the most powerful sorcerers in the Empire—like you do—when Daymar told a story.

As we locked the front door behind us, she said, "How do you keep getting in without my knowing it? Did Jill give you a key without mentioning it to me?" "Trade secret," I said. "What trade is that? Cat burglar?" "Yes, although I prefer the technical term." "What's that?" "Music promoter.

Yes?" she said. "And who might you be?" I bowed, because it seemed the appropriate response. "I might be Jill's friend." I said. "Or I might be an Israeli terrorist looking for PLO supporters. Or possibly a burglar trying to steal your jewels to support my laudanum habit. Or even a neighbor complaining about the volume. That is "Heart of Uncle," isn't it? It really ought to be louder.

I have a clever and devious plan.

Or more like them," said Lucifer. "He won't want to leave himself undefended. After all, one of us could break in and kick him in the knee.

I am here to arrest your manservant. The one named Bugg.' 'Oh, now really, his cooking isn't that bad.

Curious," Bauchelain said. "What is it you wish us to do for you?" "Usurp the king," Imid Factalo said. "Usurp, as in depose." "Right." "Depose, as in remove." "Yes." "Remove, as in kill.

High house shadow, and a knife in the dark. A new game's begun, or the old one's just turned.

This is Quick Ben's game, O Elder. The bones are in his sweaty hands and they have been for some time. Now, if at his table you'll find the Worm of Autumn, and the once Lord of Death, and Shadowthrone and Cotillion, not to mention the past players Anomander Rake and Dessembrae, and who knows who else, well – did you really believe a few thousand damned Nah'ruk could take him down? The thing about Adaephon Delat's game is this: he cheats.

My goal is always to leave you slightly wanting more.

When I first became a journalist, people said, 'Oh, that must be interesting.' They saw it as slightly glamorous, slightly edgy. They wanted to know more.

All audiences should be slightly off balance.

A man is attractive when he is slightly disturbing like a woman, a woman when she's a little disturbing like a man.

When there's an accident, we all have to slow down and watch the accident. We all have to be a little voyeuristic. I mean, look at the world we live in now, with all these 'Big Brother' shows. We're all a bunch of voyeuristic people.

I think it's more interesting to throw people into a story and let them catch up instead of explaining and feeling like you have to slow down for them. I think audiences, for the most part, they don't want to be ahead of you.

Killers can seem smart when you can't figure out who they are.

But figuring out Saddam Hussein was one our greatest mysteries. He marched to his own drummer and frequently as this unfolded he made decisions which were sometimes inexplicable to us and sometimes didn't look very smart.

In every house, when the curtains are drawn, there's a story going on, and you never get to hear... You get the public side of things, the happy, smiling, social activities.