Quotes About Intrigue

The devil is already at the door, cleverly disguised as an engineer.

The Looming Tower.

That reminds me. I dug into my book bag and pulled out a white cardboard box tied with a string. I brought these back for you. He looked at the box, then at me, before slowly reaching out. What are they? Poisonous snakes. Open it. Zachary untied the string. They seem like very quiet snakes. They're stealthy. Or maybe dead.

asked if it was a vestry meeting; or, if not, who was being murdered, and why?

But its coolness lies beneath its looks.

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds, we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.

We couldn't say her name often enough. It tickled us to mention her name to strangers and watch the expressions on their faces. Girls liked her. Boys liked her. And-- most remarkable-- the attention came from all kinds of kids: shy mice and princesses, jocks and eggheads.

closed doors of the gym into which Gabriel and then Mr. Connelly had disappeared.

Her name is Lysandra Keates, and she arrived uninvited on my doorstep a few days ago. I do not know the particulars of her situation as of yet, but my impression is that she is in dire straits. She has begged me to match her with a man." "I am not looking for a mistress!" Andrew snapped, but he couldn't help a brief, powerful image of the girl in the garden…in his bed, her legs wrapped around him as he drove into her.

And I see you have not resisted their lure either." He motioned toward her books. "Might I look at your selections?" She hesitated and clutched her books closer out of habit. She had often felt that the books one read were a peek into the soul of the reader. That was why her personal library was kept in a locked room very separate from the places where her visitors went for her wild parties. Sharing these selections with Benedict felt so very intimate.

A hole opened up and he had to know what was inside it. So he picked and picked until the hole was huge, and then everything sort of... fell in, him, his wife, his kid, and this fragile life they'd built at the edge of this hole. And that's why he was here, because he'd begun wondering if maybe his father hadn't fallen in the same hole -

And we want car wrecks. We say we don't. But we love them. To look is to love. A thousand people drive past the statue of David. Two hundred look. A thousand people drive past a car wreck. A thousand look.

There was nothing explicit between them, nothing more than that slightly open door. And yet . . . what could be more alluring? In

Odd things made him love her.

Le parole sconosciute rappresentano un abisso vertiginoso, fecondo. Un abisso che contiene tutto ciò che mi sfugge, tutto il posibile.

I think there's a kind of elegance to it, to work within that framework where what you don't see is often more enticing.

Going out there and promoting myself socially doesn't really intrigue me. I'd much rather have my work do it for me.

I tend not to analyse my work, though I'm frequently intrigued when other people take time to do so.

Grissom is a character who doesn't really want people poking around in his life. He likes to poke around in his work.

Some people just love to stir the pot, but don't realize they're cooking themselves.

I had saved a few hundred photos of dodo skeletons into my 'Creative Projects' folder - it's a repository for my brain, everything that I could possibly be interested in. Any time I have an Internet connection, there's a sluice of stuff moving into there, everything from beautiful rings to cockpit photos.

Proper stupidity is fascinating.

I'd have to struggle to find a subject in which I can't get some kind of interested pulse started.

No one wants to see or read about a dull subject. I don't consider myself a dull subject.