Quotes About Intrigue

Skip Wiley was thirty-seven years old but he had the eyes of an old Gypsy.

Malcolm J. Moldowsky could see the ugliness unfolding. It would take all his subterranean talents to save the sugar bill, and he couldn't do it if Dilbeck got caught in a sex scandal. After years of slithering through political gutters, Moldowsky was still amazed at how primevally stupid most politicians could be, on any given night.

Jim Tile was questioning Augustine about the skulls on the wall. "Cuban voodoo?

Stoat asked, 'Are you a manhunter?' 'More like a shit-scraper,' the visitor replied. 'And I'm starting with you.

My wonder button is being pushed all the time.

Why does Alexander the Great never tell us about the exact location of his tomb, Fermat about his Last Theorem, John Wilkes Booth about the Lincoln assassination conspiracy, Hermann Göring about the Reichstag fire? Why don't Sophocles, Democritus, and Aristarchus dictate their lost books?

Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us—there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries.

She began talking the moment Kitz left her office. "What's he after? Vegan death rays?

I might sneak up and have a peak myself." He

The most unpresentable persons are generally the most interesting.

He woke to find Larkin Quill standing over him. Even from the back—for he was turned away—the cloaked form of the ex-Tracker was instantly recognizable.

He finished the Cherry Coke, and when the hash arrived he ordered a glass of milk to go with it. He ate the hash and drank the milk without looking up. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Josie Jackson looking at him as she passed down the counter.

while Man worked all those years to discover the secrets of life, he never managed to escape his overpowering fascination for death.

Qué hay de tu secuestro? —preguntó Menion mientras se vestía, mirando la esbelta silueta de la muchacha al otro lado de la habitación—. ¿Tienes idea de por qué querrían secuestrarte los norteños, prescindiendo de tu belleza? Sonrió con picardía. Aunque no podía ver su rostro, estaba seguro de que se habría ruborizado. Ella permaneció en silencio durante un rato antes de hablar.

Black Will, Shagbag.

The fascinating is only a step away from the freakish.

Richard clenched the strip in his fist. "It's some kind of riddle. I hate riddles.

The Spiritist is said to be a dangerous woman.

Not that cabinet," he said, lowering his voice as if to thwart anyone who might be listening, "in my wizard's cabinet!" Richard straightened with a frown. "I've never seen any other cabinet.

Who shall I shoot? You choose. Now, listen very carefully: where's your coffee? You've got coffee, haven't you? C'mon, everyone's got coffee! Spill the beans!

It's quite easy to accidentally overhear people talking downstairs if you hold an upturned glass to the floorboards and accidentally put your ear to it.

There's a kind of magic in masks. Masks conceal one face, but they reveal another. The one that only comes out in darkness. I bet you could do just what you liked, behind a mask ... ?

The three thieves looked around. As their eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, they received a general impression of armourality, with strong overtones of helmetness.

The politics of wizardry were either very simple, and resolved by someone ceasing to breathe, or as complex as one ball of yarn in a room with three bright-eyed little kittens.