Quotes About Intrigue

If you find yourself dead in your bed tonight,' laughed Bond, 'you'll know who did it.

the deep voice held a hint of

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Engelsen zijn nu eenmaal eigenaardig. Ze lijken op Chinese, in elkaar passende dozen. Het duurt een hele tijd eer je bij de binnenste bent. En als het je eenmaal gelukt is, dan is het resultaat teleurstellend, maar het proces is leerzaam en onderhoudend.

has been stolen by the witchdoctor.

He was looking at her with amused suspicion. There was something between them, and even she had to acknowledge that a tame remark about the weather sounded perverse.

So here I am, upside down in a woman.

No one knew about the squirrel's skull beneath her bed, but no one wanted to know.

A taste for the miniature was one aspect of an orderly spirit. Another was a passion for secrets...

Niente nella sua vita era sufficientemente interessante o scandaloso da meritare di essere tenuto segreto [...]

Heller's Catch-18, Fitzgerald's The High-Bouncing Lover, Orwell's The Last Man in Europe, Tolstoy's All's Well That Ends Well

I wanted characters I could believe in, and I wanted to be made curious about what was to happen to them. Generally, I preferred people to be falling in and out of love, but I didn't mind so much if they tried their hand at something else.

I wanted characters I could believe in, and I wanted to be made curious about what was to happen to them.

Language is a smokescreen. A psycho in black velvet optioning mischief

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You know anything about investigative work? Sure. Annoy the people involved until the guilt party tries to make you go away.

The phone rang. I picked it up. Kate Daniels It's me, Curran said. I— I hung up.

Rene, you want us to find you-don't-know-who and to retrieve his you-don't-know-what for you-won't-tell-me-whom?

My investigative technique mostly consisted of going through the list of interested parties and making as much noise as possible, until the culprit lost his patience and tried to shut me up.

Some men got excited by white lace and a translucent negligee. My love muffin got excited by a woman dressed to murder. There was probably something deeply twisted about that. Lucky for me, negligees were never my thing.

Who is Hunter Becker? Becker the Gory? Lighthouse Keepers? Boston? I would've preferred Becker the Easiley Surrendering or Becker the Quite Reasonable, but beyond that his name tells me nothing.

I see. Is Jim with you now?" "Yes, he is. We're having rough sex. You're interrupting. "What are you doing here?" "Looking for Jim in your bed." "He isn't here." "I see that.

Someone pounded on the office door. Barabas moved to the door, slid aside the metal shutter covering the narrow spy window, and looked through it."It's your lover man." "Barabas, open the damn door," Raphael snarled. Barabas slid the shutter closed. "Do you want me to let him in?" "I'm thinking about it." Barabas slid the shutter open. "She's thinking about it.