Quotes About Intrigue

This must be the hardest bit about being a spy, she thought. The emotion people store in you, like a bad investment.

Because, you know, prime numbers are fucking serious, man. Some serious shit. They can make you lose it. They're like sirens. They call you in with their isolated beauty and before you know it you are in some major mind-shit.

If beauty on Earth is the same as elsewhere: ideal in that it is tantalizing and unsolvable, creating a delicious kind of confusion.

Because prime numbers are fucking serious, man. Some serious shit. They can make you lose it. They're like sirens. They call you in with their isolated beauty and before you know it you are in some major mind-shit.

Nora had also felt that simply to be in his presence was to commit some kind of invisible crime.

Life is full of strange phenomena.

Where would you be curious or feel suspense about what's going to happen next? Add pauses in those places to hike up the intensity.

glanced over my shoulder and saw the lady was giving away samples." Ask yourself: - How did it feel? - How did it taste? - What did it look like? - What did it sound like? - What did it smell like?

Tja, angefangen hat das alles, als ich eines Tages darauf gekommen bin, dass der Hausmeister meiner Highschool der Würgengel war …

Who the fuck is Old Jolene?

Stories are how we stand in the presence of mystery.

The darkest and most complex novel in (the Murdoch) series.

Look! A riddle! Time for fun! Should we use a rope or gun? Knives are sharp and gleam so pretty Poison's slow, which is a pity Fire is festive, drowning's slow Hanging's a ropy way to go A broken head, a nasty fall A car colliding with a wall Bombs make a very jolly noise Such ways to punish naughty boys! What shall we use? We can't decide. Just like you cannot run or hide. Ha ha. Truly, Devious

On 1 November the old OSS man arrived by appointment at army headquarters, wearing uniform and carrying a .357 revolver together with $US40,000 in cash, which he deemed the appropriate fashion accessories for an afternoon's work overthrowing a government.

I know all about you from your books,' she said. 'But in spite of that you're still a riddle to me.' Have you come here to solve it?' I asked.

Something went crabwiseacross the snow this morning.

MALAYA ENJOYED a good mystery. It wasn't the triumph of solving that compelled her. It was the sifting through—the discovering of new layers and textures, unthought-of twists and turns that thrilled her. One of the greatest mysteries in her life was her mother.

Dr. Paul: Get out, get out libidinous swine! And take that painted strumpet with you. May you both rot in the filth of your own fornication! Nicky: And what did you say to him? Dr. Paul: Say, Madam? I said nothing. I simply pulled up my tights and jumped out of the bathroom window. Nicky: Oh Dr. Paul, you're so naughty! Dr. Paul: Well, I try, Madam. And then, ten minutes later when I've got my breath back, I try again!

His smile was deep and dark, like a thousand books begging to be read, like the doorway to Narnia.

Looking at him was like staring at a prism; you saw something different from every angle. The one definite was that you couldn't stop looking at him.

Dear, dear," Ivan said, eyebrow raised. "So this is what Kansas looks like.

This girl, this girl, and he a man with a business and a secretary and a house with a furnace and bills and a son and a roof with three shingles and a pretty birdpath made of stone that I sometimes see Mrs.Shaw, her tied back with a scarf, cleaning with a dainty skimmer. How does this man, a man like this, like any of them, come to walk at night and stand in a girl's backyard, and then, smoking and looking up, suddenly feel himself helpless to bher bright magic?

He looked like he could tie a knot in a fire poker, eat it, and crap it out straight.

Once, a few weeks ago, she'd heard a girl's voice in there and wondered if it was porn on the computer until she could tell it wasn't. She heard the voice say Eli's name. E-liii. She'd turned her music as loud as she could, held her hands to her ears, even sang to herself, eyes clamped shut. She hoped he heard her fling off her Ked so hard it hit the wall. She hoped he remembered she was here.