Quotes About Intrigue

When the second act was over Countess Bezukhova rose, turned to the Rostovs' box—her whole bosom completely exposed—beckoned the old count with a gloved finger, and paying no attention to those who had entered her box, began talking to him with an amiable smile.

Kitty felt that Anna was perfectly unaffected and was not trying to conceal anything, but that she lived in another, higher world full of complex poetic interests beyond Kitty's reach.

living riddle.

The practically nude Hélène was sitting near her, smiling at everyone with the same smile and Natasha gave Boris just such a smile.

Prince Vasili came next. He staggered to the sofa on which Pierre was sitting and dropped onto it, covering his face with his hand. Pierre noticed that he was pale and that his jaw quivered and shook as if in an ague.

Che popolo», pensò con un disprezzo venato di gelosia: e che in qualunque posto del mondo, là dove l'orlo di una gonna saliva di qualche centimetro sul ginocchio, nel raggio di trenta metri c'era sicuramente un siciliano, almeno uno, a spiare il fenomeno.

Lucrezia knew well that Elisabeth had fallen under Isabella's malignant thumb, and the usually kind duchess found a mean streak that Lucrezia's sensative antennae picked up, but did not show.

Wollt ihr denn gar nicht wissen, woran er gestorben ist?" Sir Ritchfield sah sie erstaunt an: "Er ist an dem Spaten gestorben. Du hättest das auch nicht überlebt, so ein schweres Eisending mitten durch den Leib. Kein Wunder, dass er tot ist." Sir Ritschfield schauderte ein bisschen. "Und woher den Spaten?" "Jemand hat ihn hineingesteckt." Für Sir Ritschfield war die Sache damit erledigt.

This," the Saint said to nobody in particular, "sounds like one of those stories that fellow Charteris might write.

Simon Templar was a man who couldn't help spreading melodrama all around him like an infectious disease.

All of which has not a little to do with 85, Vandemeer Avenue, Hampstead. Down this

Whirling darkness has come back on itself. It keeps all its witchery to itself.

You know what I think? I think you need some chocolate," said Lucy. "I know I could sure use some. "It's not every day that a headless body turns up and I have to cover it.

Nothing circulates so rapidly as a secret.

The thick plottens.

But you know how there's a certain kind of person - and it's different for everyone - but suddenly when you see them your eye just snags on them, you get caught and you can't look away, and you're ten times more awake than you were a moment ago, and it's like you're a harp string and somebody just plucked you?

But you could tell she was bursting with some terrible secret. And she had those things that one likes about magicians: she was disgustingly bright and rather sad and slightly askew. To tell you the truth I think one of the things we liked about her was that she reminded us of you.

In the Order we call it 'inverse profundity.' We've observed it in any number of cases. The deeper you go into the cosmic mysteries, the less interesting everything gets.

In a novel you have to resist the urge to tell everything.

In many cases, the line between a thriller and a crime novel has become too blurred to be useful.

I think the most useful thing you can do as a writer is to reconstruct real life with all its color, hardship, joy, and intrigue. If you're interested in people, you honor them best, I think, by making the fullest possible picture of them. Your subjects may - and from my experience probably will - protest your portrait of them.

The great thing for me is how Hitchcock uses guilt so well. He implicates the spectator in the character's field, and you really feel it, and there's incredible relief when it comes out right - if it does come out right.

To me, Shakespeare uses the supernatural elements to reveal his character's inner desires and fears.

When my children were very young, I was slated to go on a business trip. When it was nearly canceled, I decided I wouldn't tell anyone and go off for a week's vacation anyway. In the end, the trip went off as planned. But I was intrigued by the idea of an illicit holiday.