Quotes About Intrigue

Sharon had moved to Springdale in November of our senior year. She just appeared out of nowhere in four of my classes…I couldn't stop staring at her. I had this weird feeling she was going to be important.

Detective stories are right about one thing, though: once you've committed a crime, nothing is simple. The whole world bends to your exposure. Before you know it, you're on the eleven o'clock news, wearing a jacket on your head.

Meet me in Cognito, baby. In Cognito, we'll have nothing to hide.

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine sex entering the picture. Would sex enter the picture in a silk robe, or would it be as nude as a platter of cold cuts? Would sex enter the picture from the left or the right? Would it ring first, or would it just slide in slyly, too quick and slippery to be denied; or, would sex barge in forcibly, red-faced and green-bereted, pushing all other things aside?

I asked Mr. Wrangle what you were like. He said you were hornet juice and rosebuds in a container of gazelle meat.

At the meeting of our lips, peacocks went into hiding, elephants suffered memory loss, camels developed a maddening thirst, and dinosaurs long thought to be extinct turned up on the evening news.

Seduced her? Every time I turned round she was up a library ladder. In the end I gave in. That reminds me—I spotted something between her legs that made me think of you.

getting away with murder must be quite easy provided that one's motive is sufficiently inscrutable.

There is an art to the building up of suspense.

Something was scratching on the pane. Again.

What made him most attractive was that he was attracted to her. Another's interest can be a powerful stimulant. She could feel his eyes on her as an almost physical pressure.

When Gilda appeared—out of

It made me feel odd looking at that eye, like there was a world of curiosities I didn't know about: crocodiles with huge eyes and snakes with no heads and thunderbolts God threw down that turned to stone. Sometimes I got that hollowed-out feeling too when looking at a sky full of stars or into the deep water the few times I went out in a boat, and I didn't like it: it was as if the world were too strange for me ever to understand it.

The second he was gone the women began chattering like chickens at the sight of a fox.

Dot wondered how she was to mention Phryne's habit of strewing her boudoir with beautiful naked young men. She could not think of a method of introducing the subject and decided to leave it to Phryne to cope with.

Jane read her Anatomy, occasionally raising her eyes from a diagram to consider any human within sight in a dissecting sort of way which, Dot said, gave her the willies.

I want to find the murderer too. I don't like having my journeys interrupted by chloroform.

Phryne read a detective story, frequently going back because she suddenly found herself reading a conversation between two characters she had not met before—

Phryne escaped from the babble to go outside and scan the ground in front of the broken window.

Kerry Greenwood

Phryne watched as a male chest was bared by skilled hands, to be mouthed and kissed by… Another man.

There's a nasty story…' Dot began. 'Do tell,' encouraged Phryne.

Phryne was getting out of the car. Dot closed her eyes. Miss Fisher was about to happen to someone again.

A young man in one's hotel bedroom is capable of being explained, but a corpse is always a hindrance.