Quotes About Intrigue

The thriller is the cardinal twentieth-century form. All it, like the twentieth century, wants to know is: Who's Guilty?

You have to tease enough misinformation and lack of information to hopefully make people want more.

Dear God, woman,"said Will. "Are there any questions you don't want to know the answer to?

Tell me it's forbidden, unthinkable, and that's where I want to go. Because the chances are it's complicated, and the complications are meaningful.

The world is a very complex and interesting place and that is what I really want my fiction to say: wake up to how amazing the world is.

Are you smelling me?" After yesterday I suspected that my body was giving him all kinds of information I didn't want him to have. "Don't tempt me," he murmured.

I am absolutely intrigued by life, and I really want to hold onto it.

Because after a time having a secret and nobody knowing you have a secret us no fun. And although you dont want others to know what the secret is, you want them to at least know you have one.

We are all like Scheherazade's husband, in that we want to know what happens next.

You've got a chemistry class; I want a piece of your mind; You don't know what you started when you mixed it up with mine.

Were I not so self-centered, I'd be intrigued. - Tehol Beddict

he ordered, eyes lingering on the Tiste Andii.

The assassin stepped in then, his left hand moving in a high swing that buried its blade in the councilman's neck.

Murillio sighed. 'Rallick Nom.' 'What of him?' 'I wish he were here.' 'Why?' 'So he could kill someone. Anyone. The man's a wonder at simplifying matters.' Coll grunted a laugh. '"Simplifying matters." Wait until I tell him that one. Hey, Rallick, you're not an assassin, you know, you're just a man who simplifies.

They came with white hands and left with red hands.

The dark bloom of sorcery was a stain few cared to examine too closely. It had a way of spreading.

Pella started as a massive shape separated itself from behind the hanging.

To know too much is to lose the wonder of mystery. In answering every question we forget the value of not knowing.' 'There

The Queen's Consort?' 'Yes. I once robbed him.' 'Indeed! And what did you take?' 'His virginity.

only once brushing gazes with the black man leaning against the bar.

Though he'd never seen her, just her name on the hot, dry wind was enough to give him the shakes. Mage killer, the scorpion in the Imperial pocket.

She felt his eyes exploring her like ghost hands.

The alchemist pulled his gaze back to Vorcan

Tene Baralta's mailed hand was a blur as it flashed out and struck Mebra, the spurred links raking deep gashes across the man's face. Blood spattered the wall. The spy reeled back, hands to his torn face.