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Quotes About Intrigue

His blue eyes frosted. 'Are you attempting to tell me my duties, sir?' 'No. But I'm having a lot of fun trying to guess what they are.
~ Raymond Chandler
I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs. Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble. She was stretched out on a modernistic chaise-longue with her slippers off, so I stared at her legs in the sheerest silk stockings. They seemed to be arranged to stare at. They were visible to the knee and one of them well beyond. The knees were dimpled, not bony and sharp. The calves were beautiful, the ankles long and slim and with enough melodic line for a tone poem.
~ Raymond Chandler
When the plot flags, bring in a man with a gun.
~ Raymond Chandler
It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained glass window. She was wearing street clothes that looked black and white, and a hat to match and she was a little haughty, but not too much. Whatever you needed, wherever you happened to be—she had it.
~ Raymond Chandler
Don't kid yourself. You're a dirty low-down detective. Kiss me.
~ Raymond Chandler
She was quite a doll. She wore a white belted raincoat, no hat, a well-cherished head of platinum hair, booties to match the raincoat, a folding plastic umbrella, a pair of blue-gray eyes that looked at me as if I had said a dirty word.
~ Raymond Chandler
Eddie Mars would have been very unlikely to involve himself in a double murder just because another man had gone to town with the blonde he was not even living with. It might have annoyed him, but business is business, and you have to hold your teeth clamped around Hollywood to keep from chewing on stray blondes.
~ Raymond Chandler
him." I said: "Nerts! You seem to forget I know why Lou was killed." Beasley sat up in his chair and moved his right hand
~ Raymond Chandler
Era rubia. Pero qué rubia. Cualquier obispo haría un agujero en una vidriera para verla
~ Raymond Chandler
mat. A case of false teeth hung on the mustard-colored wall like a fuse box in a screen porch.
~ Raymond Chandler
You're as cold-blooded a beast as I ever met, Marlowe. Or can I call you Phil?" "Sure." "You can call me Vivian." "Thanks, Mrs. Regan." "Oh, go to hell, Marlowe." She went on out and didn't look back.
~ Raymond Chandler
He stared at me and his left hand began to edge towards the gun. He belonged to the Wandering Hand Society. The girls would have had a time with him.
~ Raymond Chandler
She leaned back and a pulse beat in her throat. She was exquisite, she was dark, she was deadly. And nothing would ever touch her, not even the law.
~ Raymond Chandler
I'm beginning to get it," I said slowly. "Take a family like yours and somebody in it has to be the dark meat.
~ Raymond Chandler
Go on," he said, in a voice the size of a marble.
~ Raymond Chandler
then Malloy took the gun away from whoever did it.
~ Raymond Chandler
The main hallway looked just the same. The portrait over the mantel had the same hot black eyes and the knight in the stained-glass window still wasn't getting anywhere untying the naked damsel from the tree.
~ Raymond Chandler
There is a hand behind every curtain,' " she quoted. " 'And a knife in every hand,' finished Mara.
~ Raymond E. Feist
Yes," said Talon, his voice the hiss of a coiled serpent.
~ Raymond E. Feist
He had been gorgeous to look at and deadly to live with.
~ Rebecca Forster
Don't think this means I'm giving you all my secrets. There is more to me than you will ever know.
~ Rebecca Wells
The King and Queen hid in a secret cupboard in their bedroom for two hours, listening to the searchers grow cold, then warm, then cold again, then warm, and at last hot, and burning hot. The weakly King was hard to kill: when they threw him from the balcony they thought him doubly dead from bullet wounds and sword slashes, but the fingers of his right hand clasped the railing and had to be cut off before he fell to the ground, where the fingers of his left hand clutched the grass.
~ Rebecca West
All this flitted across his mind, plus an epiphanic revelation of the significance of that second initial which he'd never known the Fat Man use anywhere else as he heard Urquhart say, "Don't know it, Hamish. What's it about?
~ Reginald Hill
Love is linked to the fact that in the end we know nothing about the object that attracts us in the Other, and that at the same time the Other knows nothing about this object that is in him more than himself, i.e. what makes someone attracted to him.
~ Renata Salecl