Quotes About Intrigue

Even Tidewater's computer gurus hadn't been able to trace the origin of his messages.

Garza narrowed his eyes, then leaned back in his

Truth is, I think naked men are kind of strange looking what with their doodles and ding-dong hanging loose like they do. Nevertheless, there's the curiosity thing. I guess it's another one of those car crash experiences, where you feel compelled to look even if you know you'll be horrified.

I knew then that I would have to be careful. I would have to wear gloves, to leave no trace when I burgled the crammed house of feeling and took for my own use exuberance depression suspicion terror.

There was something of the wildwood in the man who came and went illusive as moonlight moving through the branches.

Life, of course, never gets anyone's entire attention. Death always remains interesting, pulls us, draws us.

Happy people are rarely interesting.

A few moments later Mom opened my door and peered in at me. "Logan Hansen is here to see you." If it had been anyone else in the world, I would have told my mother to send him away. Santa Claus himself could have shown up to explain his whereabouts since my childhood, and I would have turned him out.

The reverse side also has a reverse side.

I saw this beautiful girl the other day. She had an ass behind her that seemed to go on for days. In fact, I'm still going on about her.

I mean snorted MacAfee as he went on. It's not a lie, I am not calling Tyrus rex a liar I would never do that. I would never call that man anything derogatory, if only because he can kill you like 6000 different ways if he wanted to man, imagine that, it makes you wonder you know, like how many ways have he forgotten to kill people think about...

A puzzle is something you figure out and you're done with—a crossword, sudoku, a Rubik's cube. A mystery is more like the face of someone you love. The more you know, the more there is to be known, and the more you want to know. ... a mystery has no bottom.

The British knew it. The navy knew it. The FBI knew it.

The Second World War did not begin with a gunshot or a bomb. It began with a feat of deception involving elements long familiar to Elizebeth Friedman— a code phrase, a radio station, and a murder . The men responsible were Nazis, and they belonged to the same part of the Nazi state that would soon attract Elizebeth's deep attention.

During the Second World War, an American woman figured out how to sweep the globe of undercover Nazis.

She had conquered at least forty-eight different clandestine radio circuits and three Enigma machines to get these plaintexts. The pages found their way to the navy and to the army. To FBI headquarters in Washington and bureaus around the world. To Britain. There was no mistaking their origin. Each sheet said "CG Decryption" at the bottom, in black ink. These pieces of paper saved lives. They almost certainly stopped coups.

A hole about six feet long, two feet wide, and four feet deep. A shovel lay beside the hole. She

Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life. —Gabriel Garcia Marquez

The ones who most shape the world are those who are not exposed, who can't be seen; unknown, opaque beings about whom almost no one knows anything. Like the hidden man in the story, except that instead of living a passive vegetable existence, they plot and weave webs in the shadows.

Hay un verbo inglés, to haunt,, hay un verbo francés, hanter, muy emparentados y más bien intraducibles, que denominan lo que los fantasmas hacen con los lugares y las personas que frecuentan o acechan o revisitan; también, según el conteto, el primero puede signficar encantar, en el sentido feérico de la palabra, en el sentido de encantamiento...

The last time I saw Miguel Desvern or Deverne was also the last time that his wife, Luisa, saw him, which seemed strange, perhaps unfair, given that she was his wife, while I, on the other hand, was a person he had never met, a woman with whom he had never exchanged so much as a single word.

Se vio incitado por ciertas personas lascivas a convertirse en un extraño para su mujer'.

He walked slowly up and down the rows, glancing at titles and authors, hoping to find something useful. He was so intent in his search that he failed to notice the dark, hooded figure that entered the archives and stood silently in the doorway, watching him

The reached the doors of the royal quarters without further conversation.