Quotes About Intrigue

She was wearing combat trousers and a wine-colored woollen sweater with sleeves that came down past her wrists, and clunky runners, and I put this down as affectation: Look, I'm too cool for your conventions. The spark of animosity this ignited increased my attraction to her. There is a side of me that is most intensely attracted to women who annoy me.

I could get a fedora and a trench coat and a wisecracking sense of humor; she could sit poised at hotel bars with a slinky red dress and a camera in her lipstick, to snare cheating businessmen…. I almost laughed out loud.

Knocknaree wood was the real thing, and it was more intricate and more secretive than I had remembered. It had its own order, its own fierce battles and alliances. I was an intruder here, now, and I had a deep prickling sense that my presence had instantly been marked and that the wood was watching me, with an equivocal collected gaze, not yet accepting or rejecting; reserving judgement.

There is a side of me that is most intensely attracted to women who annoy me.

I loved Rosie's mind. If I could have got inside there, I would happily have spent the rest of my life wandering around, just looking.

Nothing in this world takes over your blood like a murder case, nothing demands you, mind and body, with such a huge and blazing and irresistible voice.

m'a interrogée à maintes reprises sur ces brefs passages, étant donné qu'ils proviennent d'une voix narrative tout à fait différente de celle du reste des livres dans cette série sur les sœurs Aldridge. Les lecteurs curieux veulent avant tout en savoir plus sur les derniers instants de la vie de Flo Aldridge. Qui était-elle ? Qu'est-ce qui l'a

She would walk toward him, sniffing the air around him, like a hound. He smelled of alcohol—not

She'd followed him from the door to the condo into the tiny office even though he'd requested that she wait a minute in the living room. If he was going back to close his coffin, she had to see it.

I like being surprised by someone. Surprised, too, by myself.

Invinciblement, quelque chose l'attirait là. Il était prisonnier de sa propre liberté. Il ne pouvait s'arrêter. Il était obnubilé par ce qu'il voyait.

Who can ever hold the essence of fire? Who can ever know the alchemy of desire?

You do know, I hope, that no man under the age of forty can even approach fascinating.

Not at all," I said. "I think she'd be elegant beyond measure, and deceive you completely in the ballroom." "And would make a most excellent villain. Perhaps I should write about her." Monsieur Leblanc tilted his head and looked into the distance, as if deep in thought. "Only

An interesting theory. But she wasn't in Yorkshire.

Edward the Caresser, as one of our always-creative papers referred to him, had other interests.

at half eleven in the evening. You will receive further instructions there.

last the secret is out, as it always must come in the end, The delicious story is ripe to tell to the intimate friend; Over the teacups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.

Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links, Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks, Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye. For the clear voice suddenly singing, high up in the convent wall,

Something shadowy and female happened between them, as mysterious and primal as witches' brew.

I think there's something so attractive about mystery. There's something so attractive about the chase. And the bad guy ... bad boys know how to keep the chase going throughout an entire relationship because you never know if you completely have them or not. That's why they're so hard to get over.

In one of the most memorable lines that he ever put on paper, Van Buren wrote, "You might as well turn the current of the Niagara with a ladies fan as to prevent scheming and intrigue at Washington.

That was when the Spanish came in and conquered the Aztecs. I thought that was a clever thing.

If, in the very first pages, I'm forced to read gratuitous phrases or banal metaphors, I won't be able to get inside the story. Only if the sentences 'sparkle' can I get hooked.