Quotes About Intrigue

I never would have agreed to the formulation of the Central Intelligence Agency back in forty-seven, if I had known it would become the American Gestapo.

He walked to it, shoved his hand inside and came up with a thirty-five caliber Smith and Wesson. He held it in his hand, hefting it. Then he ejected the cartridge case, checked it and socked it back into the gun.

A cat is a puzzle for which there is no solution.

When the High King was killed - first poisoned, several times, then shot with pistols, then his head cut off, then burned in the great palace fire ... no one really liked to talk about it ...

What are you doing here?" said Azalea, grasping in the basket behind her for the butter knife. Her hand found a teaspoon. It was better than nothing

She didn't turn but ran down the length of the beach, searching the sand and the water, looking for any hint as to where the body had been moved. "What, Alex?" Jay shouted. "You saw a corpse, but it rolled down the beach to catch the sun better?" She stopped then, whirling around. "It's moved," she said, walking back to where Jay stood. "Your corpse got up and walked?

Heather Graham

A little black plastic horse. This time, it was received by a colleague of mine, a guy I worked with years ago. Andy Mason, Assistant Field Director out there. He has no idea where it came from. It wasn't mailed to him—it was on his doorstep when he went home last night.

As I live and breath. The master is returned from parts unknown." "Hi, Madame," Max said, planting a kiss on the woman's cheek.

Ah, hell, we all thought she was the hottest thing since fire had been invented

All right, McCauley. Just what the hell are you doing in bed with my sister? I need an explanation, and a good one!" "There's a damned good one," he said lightly, addressing Jesse but his eyes narrowing on Daniel. "She's my wife.

There's always more to the story, Catriona," She replied. "That's the wonderful thing about stories.

When I saw my charmer thus come in accompanied by a cavalier, I seemed to hear a hiss, and the green snake of jealousy, rising on undulating coils from the moonlit balcony, glided within my waistcoat, and ate its way in two minutes to my heart's core.

he was supposed to be reading, but it was impossible. She had done something

Lawrence Sanders

have lifted the window-well grate and climbed through the broken window to the basement and still leave a

I use the furniture of espionage to amuse the reader, to make the reader listen to me, because most people like to read about intrigue and spies. I hope to provide a metaphor for the average reader's daily life. Most of us live in a slightly conspiratorial relationship with our employer and perhaps with our marriage. I think what gives my works whatever universality they have is that they use the metaphysical secret world to describe some realities of the overt world.

We will all satisfy our curiosity when we can, which is any time we think no one will catch us.

Intelligence is power; it is the flame behind the spark of intrigue. Find out all the facts and stamp out the fire. Demystify.

If your sexual fantasies were truly of interest to others, they would no longer be fantasies.

about superspies and

Somehow he promised each of us a great romance, without a touch or a word. He was an accomplished tease.

Jet-black hair curled slightly against his neck and around his ears, and his eyes . . . oh, those eyes . . . cold, dark, and dangerous as black ice on a frozen highway.

Sig mig nu hr. Fern, hvorfor slog De på den gong-gong? - Jeg har altid brændt efter at knalde løs på sådan en gong-gong! - Altid … - Nå ja, siden jeg så den. Vi snakker en tid om gong-gonger. Om eventuelle personlige gong-gonger skulle dukke op og meddele sig tværs over afgrunden. - Gong-gonger siger mig intet! siger jeg. - Jeg kan blot godt lide at slå på dem!