Quotes About Intrigue

In the box, there was a heart. In his head, there was a voice. It said, Good.

If you concern yourself with telling or showing people how interesting you are, you will at best provoke a temporary response of polite interest until even that gives way to annoyance. If you let people find it out for themselves, you become a real source of fascination.

I cannot see the word troubled prefixing the name of some poor starlet who has been dragged through the mire of tabloid spite without vomiting directly onto the newspaper. Troubled by whom? Troubled by you, you fuckwits.

the other boy, at Farthing, hadn't been reasurring. His father certainly hadn't been. Mustard's marching orders had been clear. He was supposed to come to Blackbrook and keep his nose clean, not get involved in two separate murders and make out with a cute guy in an abandoned building. But Plum just kept being there. Undeniable. Inevitable. Like lots of things were, he supposed.

You wouldn't understand.' Mustard's eyes narrowed. 'We won't know until you try. Just last night, headmaster body was telling me I should learn more about how this school works from star students like you. You remember the headmaster, right? Nice guy, bloods all over the floor upstairs?

Soze shook his head. "If someone checks our Internet search records, don't you think it will look suspicious that before we called the police, we checked up on the evidence?" Poe laughed mirthlessly. "We're Rose & Grave, junior. Everything we do looks suspicious.

Her Shadowblade Prime was fully roused now, power rolling away from her in uncontrollable waves. Her Blades wouldn't be able to ignore it. She had to get to the vault before they came running to stop her like a horde of hysterical nannies.

A man gives many question marks, however, a woman is a whole mystery.

I make that four horses and ten men just to get rid of one old woman. What did you do to the King?

Dylan Geer! Why would you…oh, you must

It was like in Samoa when they'd put up a movie screen on the beach and show movies and the locals would run behind the sheet to see where the people went. It was pretty grim.

dance floors would bleed from the knife of her dress

The world and its history were to Nora like a ship in a bottle; she herself was outside and unidentified, endlessly embroiled in a preoccupation without a problem.

Ruthanna said, her interest piqued. Maya shook her head

The French phrase "femme fatale" literally means "deadly woman," which understates the human embodiment of lust and peril, that intoxicating allure of sex and death that makes these creatures so fascinating. The femme fatale is a sleek and sensuous creature, dangerous either physically or emotionally to her victims.

One question keeps troubling me: Why?. . . The short answer: I don't know. and yet that single word, why, remains the consummate human query. By nature, we're curious. We want to know.

At least Barrera didn't stick the envelope into her panties.

They shouldn't look out the window when they hear shit," Ron Minelli says. "But that was probably her whole life. She probably spent her whole day looking out the window.

No one knows how the chimp got the revolver.

There is no moment that exceeds in beauty that moment when one looks at a woman and finds that she is looking at you in the same way that you are looking at her. The moment in which she bestows that look that says, "Proceed with your evil plan, sumbitch.

sat up, and the room was full of a man with a gun. He was standing one pace in from the doorway. The light was off now, but gray daylight ebbed in the airshaft window, and unfortunately I could see him. He was wearing a hat and an overcoat and a gun, and the gun was pointed at me, and his eyes were looking at me, and his eyes appeared to be made of slate.

I sat up, and the room was full of a man with a gun. He was standing one pace in from the doorway. The light was off now, but gray daylight ebbed in the airshaft window, and unfortunately I could see him. He was wearing a hat and an overcoat and a gun, and the gun was pointed at me, and his eyes were looking at me, and his eyes appeared to be made of slate.

Kestrel Call ME a CAB by Donald E. Westlake

A friend of mine'll follow him home tonight", Tiny said, "to get me the address. He's on the four to twelve. Around one, I'll put on a ski mask and go to that guy's house and put his head in his holster." "A ski mask," Dortmunder echoed. He was thinking how much good a ski mask would do to disguise this monster. In order to be effectively disguised, Tiny would have to put on, at a minimum, a three-room apartment.