Quotes About Intrigue

Les femmes sont séduites par les hommes effroyables parce que les hommes effroyables ce présentent masqués comme au bal. Ils arrivent avec des mandolines et des costumes des fête.

The rich eyelashes again made him think that her eyes were half open.

Your ears are lovely, he said, but there's a kind of eerie beauty to your profile.

Por qué florecía aquel loto en medio de una hoguera? ¿Por qué no se marchitaba?

Una de las muchachas era hermosa. Llevaba un bulto envuelto en un pañuelo con un diseño blanco de mil grullas sobre un fondo rosado de crespón

Even Napoleon had his Watergate.

Even if you fear it you're curious to see it.

He peered down the hallway at the shadowy form of Joyce through the glass and scratched his testicles, sadly.

yet she did not miss the poisoned honey of some tongues or the expressive glances of many eyes. Ina was quick to grasp that

Rumor, that wingless bird, had shadowed over the town.

She left the porch pelting her back with unasked questions. They hoped the answers were cruel and strange.

I'm a true-crime addict. It's not something I'm particularly proud of, but I can't stop.

I believe in advancing the story with the cover so that the audience gets taken in immediately with that cover.

Nothing is more interesting in a novel or a play than an affair.

Knowing very little about a band only adds to the allure.

I'm amazed that anyone is interested in what I have to say.

'Angel Heart' was one of my favorite films.

I know 'Lost' used to drive people mad trying to anticipate what was happening or what something meant.

I don't know what I've done that has made people so interested in me, more than anyone else.

I can't analyse my appeal. If I did, I'd be in a straitjacket.

Can you suppose that the incidents of your married life are without interest for me? I muse at times over all that you have said to me. Often when, at the Opera, I seem absorbed in watching the pirouetting dancers, I am saying to myself, "It is half-past nine, perhaps she is in bed. What is she about? Is she happy? Is she alone with her independence? or has her independence gone the way of other dead and castoff independences?

Too much certainty is a miserable thing, while the unknowable has a pristine beauty and a wonder with no end.

His book The Nemesis Affair (New York: W. W. Norton, 1986), tells the story of how he and a colleague developed the

Keep the reader guessing about where events are happening, what historical period the characters live in, and whether at any given moment they are jogging, taking a steam bath, or dangling from a precipice. Try to create an absolute nothingness in which, from time to time, a phone receiver or a pair of pert breasts materializes as the protagonist forms the intention to use them.