Quotes About Intrigue

There is death in the folds of her skirt and blood about her feet. She is for no man.

The snake had charmed me

A man's most open actions have a secret side to them. —JOSEPH CONRAD

Who is Spain? Why is Hitler? Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?

I get the willies when I see closed doors.

He felt awkward because she was going to murder him.

Why are they going to disappear him?" "I don't know." "It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?

I sometimes think of myself as Fortinbras — ha, ha — in the play Hamlet by William Shakespeare, who just keeps circling and circling around the action until everything else falls apart, and then strolls in at the end to pick up all the pieces for himself.

So your first sentence should be very compelling by virtue of its short length and ease of reading. No long multisyllabic words. Keep it short, sweet and almost incomplete so that the reader has to read the next sentence.

And at last, the courtroom rail birds were going to get a chance to hear something titillating. About John Orr getting his mongoose milked by an honest-to-God cop.

A whiff of brine, a swank trestle adumbrant, Loading Only No Standing, 14th & 10th—this was Tetration's NY HQ. I went through the doors and stood facing anything but the street, until a Tetbot treaded over to make inquiries. I stood behind a rubberplant. The Tetbot reversed and treaded after me. It was a clownwigged trashcan that barely reached my lowest hanging ball yet without compunction it was demanding my credentials: Tetrateer? or Tetguest?

Unbidden, Unwelcome, Yet unable to resist, I entered a stranger's life

For The Accursed is intended as a work of inquiring moral complexity, and not a "sensationalist" rehashing of an old, dread scandal far better left to molder in the grave!

Aún resuena en su interior, en lo más hondo de su matriz, el oscuro placer de la penetración. Como un lamento.

Except Marianne, who smiled vaguely.

creature approached Robb

REGINALD BURNABY THE GREAT (variously identified as a defrocked Roman Catholic priest from Galway, an ex-convict from Liverpool, if not an escaped convict from that seaport city)

It was as dark as the inside of a cabinet minister.

Queen of England is coming for a visit, and they take a look and find out it's been replaced by a cheap plastic replica. The thief was never found.

gravel-maggot?

from the umber

God help me if I ever injure my back, Clayton quipped. God help you if you ever turn it, Whitney snapped, for there'll surely be some heartbroken papa or cuckolded husband ready with a knife--if I don't murder you first.

It's England against Scotland, Claymore, except the battles will take place in the bedchamber. My purse is on you.

What is it about you that demolishes my mind?