Quotes About Intrigue

Did you break into Anthony Mead's home?' 'I couldn't even tell you where that might be. Home Counties are all the one to me.' That was payback for Pine saying London, Los Angeles and Scotland. Really sticking it to them here. 'So you know his house is in the Home Counties.

Tremble had a secret. Underneath his dreary exterior, he was quite interesting. When his penchant for investigating the area's past was indulged, a light shown in his eyes and he became almost passionate, which is why his wife kept a stack of local history books on her bedside table.

Nicht einmal der Teufel kann so scharfe Augen haben wie Nachbarn.

How's your love-life Ulli? Ulli pictures here love-life as an elusive but rapacious animal which nobody else has ever seen. This is why they keep asking after it.

Something impossibly heavy that held me in thrall, a scrap of the divine not good for my soul, a thing that should never have been fixed in place on tape to be repeatedly overheard, a thing that stood between me and the telling of secrets.

Nothing is interesting if you're not interested.

Because he says he can't stand you and you act like you can't stand him, and whenever a man and a woman behave like that toward each other, it usually means something's going on.

When something catches your attention just keep your attention on it, stick with it 'til the end, and somewhere along the line there'll be weirdness.

When I saw you for the first time, I thought you had a secret life.

She is a double danger—there is the danger of meeting her, and the danger of becoming her. Does the nightmare of her belong to everyone, or just to me?

She was not sure how to pronounce his name, not even in her head would the sound make any sense. She had to look away to stop herself from making up more stories about him.

Books. I am attracted and repelled; books are conversations that are not addressed to me and I want to sneak up and listen but I also want to be invited in. If I was invited in the conversation would not be what it was.

The men look at Aunt Mia the way I might look at a hot fudge sundae in the hours between lunch and dinner. You know, when you're not sure if it's a good idea to go ahead -- you're interested beyond a shadow of a doubt, but you wonder if it might turn out to be a little too much for you. Men seem to realize that Aunt Mia's already making the most of herself.

Every time Wallander stepped into someone's home, he felt as though he were looking at the front cover of a book that he had just bought

sharpened and the house will have an odd little way of opening doors by itself and leaning to one side.

A missing lover, a severed hand, but a body never discovered… An heiress and a bloodied gown…

There are few things more exciting to me… than a psychological reason.

You see, my poor fellow, the hearts of women and she-cats are abysses that neither men nor toms will ever fathom.

Now comes the mystery.

Mankind loves misterys--a hole in the ground, excites mor wonder than a star in the heavens.

Anxiously, he touched the lump on his head again, then felt his injured leg, groaning. "The whole affair is a mystery to me," he said. "Who would want to steal anything from me?" "Perhaps a thief...?" ventured Julius.

Yes, I suppose so," answered Anna, as though wondering at the boldness of his question; but the irrepressible, quivering brilliance of her eyes and her smile set him on fire as she said it.

He positively forgot where he was, and not even hearing what was said, he could not take his eyes off the marvelous portrait. It was not a picture, but a living, charming woman, with black curling hair, with bare arms and shoulders, with a pensive smile on the lips, covered with soft down; triumphantly and softly she looked at him with eyes that baffled him. She was not living only because she was more beautiful than a living woman can be.

The two girls used to meet several times a day, and every time they met, Kitty's eyes said: "Who are you? What are you? Are you really the exquisite creature I imagine you to be? But for goodness' sake don't suppose," her eyes added, "that I would force my acquaintance on you, I simply admire you and like you." "I like you too, and you're very, very sweet. And I should like you better still, if I had time," answered the eyes of the unknown girl.