Quotes About Intrigue

Keel writes in Operation Trojan Horse, "the phenomenon had zeroed in on me, just as it had done with the British newspaper editor Arthur Shuttle-wood, and so many others.

The more I reveal, the more questions they will have.

The case has, in some respects, been not entirely devoid of interest.

He would never understand women, he thought. They were life's great mystery.

What is a first line, but a door flung open by an unseen hand

When she first realized he was there watching her, she couldn't believe it was happening. There she was, bare as an egg, and his intense gaze made her lose the will to move. His stare had lingered at her breasts. She'd had to bite the inside of her cheeks to keep from covering her nipples with her hands to still the ache. And when his gaze traveled down her body, little flames seemed to lick her skin. When he smiled at her private parts, she caught fire completely.

Meeya Meefla, where

HE HAD SIGNED her own death-warrant. He kept telling himself over and over that he was not to blame, she had brought it on herself. He had never seen the man. He knew there was one. He had known for six weeks now. Little things had told him. One day he came home and there was a cigar-butt in an ashtray, still moist at one end, still warm at the other.

All secrets become deep. All secrets become dark. That's in the nature of secrets.

If this were an episode of Bridgerton,he'd be the "rake

I've always been fascinated by famous people, but I'm more interested in the flaws and quirks that make them human than in their public image.

Walt, the guy is Professor Moriarty—he's leaving bodies around like the Black Plague.

Wonder. There is wonder in you, along with a little impatience. You are standing outside of yourself, looking at yourself, conscious of a rhythm within yourself, several rhythms, and the sound of drums from far away.

Why do you taste like dessert?" Iona wanted to know. He deliberately let his eyes widen. "Because I'm awesome?

Her heartbeat began to pound faster. Thirteen's eyes were sweeping over her body. A slow, deliberate glance. "Can he—can he see through the mirror?" His gaze felt like a hot touch on her skin. "Of course not" was Dr. Wyatt's instant response. The doc sounded annoyed with her. Her shoulders relaxed. Subject Thirteen smiled. Damn.

Oh, Agent Foxx?" He glanced over his shoulder. "Just be careful," Mercer warned him. The lines near Mercer's eyes deepened. "You don't want Jack's weakness to become your own." Dylan didn't respond because he already knew that message had come too late. Rachel had gotten beneath his skin, and, in order to keep her safe, he'd do just about anything.

They'll know we fucked." Her eyes widened. "Sex sells. Sex and murder? Sex and fire and a serial killer? Hell, the reporters will fight each other for coverage. In the past, no one knew about us.

Thirty-nine murders in forty-eight hours. And all of them in this room. It doesn't add up. [Reflects.] Goddamn it, it doesn't add up. [Pause.] It doesn't add up, I say.

But that's just it! I never saw the old lady. I heard plenty about her from Roger and the doctor and the black satin pincushion—and they all told me something different. The only thing they had in common was terror; they were all scared to death of Aunt Beatrice.

Disturber of the Peace." Miss Buncle's book intrigued Mr. Abbott, and Miss Buncle herself intrigued him. She was such a queer mixture of simplicity and subtlety (at least he thought she was). She spoke bad grammar and wrote good English. She was meticulously truthful in all she said (it was almost as if she were on oath to speak the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth all day long and every day of the week).

There's more to everything that what's obvious," he always said. "You just have to look for it.

We hate it when movies, right off the bat, tell you who this character is, where they're from, why they are the way they are. Even 'Vertigo,' one of the greatest movies ever made, starts off by explaining why Jimmy Stewart has this fear of heights.

I'm a private victim of a peculiar household.

The relationship between Victoria Ocampo and Tagore is something every Bengali has heard about and there is a mystery attached to it. This mystery is enough to attract an actor.