Quotes About Intrigue

Are you going to tell me what that was about?" Adam asked as we went back upstairs. "Sometime," I told him. "When we're telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you.

Vampire politics make the very complicated dance of manners that is werewolf protocol look like the Hokey Pokey.

I don't think you're supposed to be able to get at that information," said Leslie. "Don't look," said Goldstein, peering over Charles's shoulder. "We don't know anything about illegal hacking." He whistled cheerily.

I see you've decided to take my advice after all, Richard." Lady Wendall's amused voice said from somewhere above and behind him. "Marrying your ward is *exactly* the sort of usual scandal I had in mind: I wonder it didn't occur to me before.

Kim lifted the lid. Inside, on a small pillow covered in white velvet, lay a gold sunburst the size of her thunbnail, hung on a delicate chain. It looked a little like the first spell she had ever cast, a small explosion of light re-created in metal, and she was not really surprised to find the card with the single word "Mairelon" scrawled across it.

She probably enjoys cutting up everyone's happiness. Not to mention cutting up other parts of people; given her penchant for poisoning people and turning them into beech trees, I fail to see how she has reached thirty without leaving a trail of bodies behind her.

But there was not a moment when she did not see Carol in her mind, and all she saw, she seemed to see through Carol. That evening, the dark flat streets of New York, the tomorrow of work, the milk bottle dropped and broken in her sink, became unimportant. She flung herself on her bed and drew a line with a pencil on a piece of paper. And another line, carefully, and another. A world was born around her, like a bright forest with a million shimmering leaves.

Smith's eyes traced

People found it haunting, enthralling, enchanting. Perhaps that's why it eventually became known as the

Miss Silver's fire. 'Of course

Are you ready? You and I are going to break into the Kremlin. - Amy, to Dan

Imagination thrives on mystery

I smell a rat.

I think this early interest was the beginning of my obsession. My sexual interests and cutting up dead animals slowly merged. I don't remember being sexually stimulated as a kid when I was engaged in this behavior, but I do know that it gave me great pleasure and that it consumed a lot of my time and thoughts. At any rate, the two thoughts became one, and I couldn't think about sex with a man without also having thoughts of cutting open his human body and examining the insides.

One longs for news from the buried ruins of some stronghold miraculously untouched since Batu Khan set fire to it, the trove, perhaps, of some Transylvanian forester digging out a fox or a badger and suddenly tumbling through the creepers and the roots into a dry vault full of iron chests abrim with parchments...

Wait a minute George. You don't mean you broke in?" "No, not exactly. Well . . . is this line secure?" "Absolutely." "Then yes.

As we shook hands I wondered idly what her urine looked like.

Many years afterwards, we attempt to solve puzzles that were not mysteries at the time and we try to decipher half-obliterated letters from a language that is too old and whose alphabet we don't even know.

The more obscure and mysterious things remained, the more interested I became in them. I even looked for mystery where there was none.

I noticed a phenomenon that doesn't often happen to a man: several women turned round as he passed them.

Depuis l'enfance et l'adolescence, j'éprouvais une très vive curiosité et une attirance particulière pour tout ce qui concernait les mystères de Paris.

At night on the streets you feel like a participant of another, second life, much more exciting than the first one, or just imagine it.

The man was as slippery and elusive as his gaze.

Now that I've seen her, I can't stop seeing her.