Quotes About Intrigue

I'm full of curiosity.

Turbines are a curiosity, but only once.

I feel curious about every situation I'm in.

I think being fascinated by others is just who we are; we're curious creatures.

I'm very curious.

I'm interested in characters that make me curious.

I'd rather not get into what I'm talking about lyrically. I think it's impossible not to demystify a song when saying what it's about. Music and art can be damaged severely by too much information; I say that as somebody that has participated in that.

A locked-room problem lies at the heart of my new novel, 'In The Morning I'll Be Gone,' in which an RUC detective has to find out whether a publican's daughter who fell off a table in a bar that was locked from the inside was in fact murdered.

I don't think the tabloids find me very interesting.

I was always intrigued by the idea of bringing things together that are considered taboo or risque and bringing them together with something of high elegance and sophistication.

When something's taboo, the kids get a sense where they want to do it because it's taboo.

'The Thirteenth Tale' is reminiscent of 'Wuthering Heights' because you're never sure if it's a ghost or if people have gone a bit mad; that feeling that's been channelled all the way from Bronte is a really exciting one.

The lawyer refused to tell me my brother's name, and my colleagues started a betting pool. The leading candidate: John Travolta. I secretly hoped for a literary descendant of Henry James - someone more talented than I: someone brilliant without even trying.

Tales of power and ambition and intrigue and betrayal and desire - when you're telling those in a big way, you automatically want to go to Shakespeare.

I was a Nancy Drew girl. Also Grimms' fairy tales.

I like my murders to start at the beginning with the corpse and go on to the end with the conviction. But when you start in the middle with the confession—well, all I can say is, that it's all wrong!

The place looks like where David Lynch would meet Beaver Cleaver's mom for secret afternoons of bondage and milkshakes.

She looks like she just saw a ghost, a unicorn, and Hello Kitty having a three-way in a clown car and they didn't invite her. I

Vidocq turns in a slow circle. "My God. It really is a room full of doors." "Thirteen. What did you expect?" "I assumed the doors were a metaphor. Each door would be a way to describe a different state of being." "No. It's just a lot of doors.

Stumbling back, I shout fire hoodoo, but they walk right through that. I can't think straight. I know there are other ways to hurt them, but my brain has flatlined.

When she shocks me this time, it's on the inside of my thigh, close enough to my balls to make them consider finding work elsewhere.

I knock on the door and Flicker yells, "Come in." It's dark inside. The only illumination comes from an old Philco Predicta TV. She's watching The Tingler with someone or something else. I mean, it's person shaped but completely black. No face or anything else. It's like a kind of human void next to her on the battered red sofa.

It means the faction found us." He looks around again. "How?" "How the fuck do I know? Spy satellites? Facial recognition pigeons on the freeway signs? Ballerinas with Uzis? What does it matter? Just hit the fucking accelerator.

I look around the room for anything that might give me a clue to who might have done it. But who am I kidding? I'm not a real detective. Maybe if the killer dropped an eight-by-ten and their Social Security card I could figure things out, but the room looks just how I remember it, and Gentry's door was locked.