Quotes About Intruder

A fourth man entered, this guy a little shorter than the others, but wider, and hard to see when your eyes are blurring. He was in his fifties, with crinkly gray hair and a florid face and a dark blue shirt open at the neck to show a lot of grizzled chest hair. He was also holding a McDonald's soft drink cup. Large. I guess that's where Dmitri got it from.

The window slid open. A blast of cold air gusted in. Ada stepped back, alarmed, as a figure climbed through the window, like some predatory animal or mythical creature. The kind of being that spirited young maidens from their beds to live forever in an underworld kingdom.

What about the main door over that way?" "Don't try it. That one only looks like a door." "What is it, then?" asked Ari, as the sliding panel snicked shut again behind them. "A burglar alarm," said Jessan. "Or so your sister tells me. You wake up when the burglar starts screaming.

You know when you go into your pocket and feel another hand in there? Well, that's Premier Kathleen Wynne.

You, the car, you don't belong here.

I sat up and the room was full of a man with a gun.

I know how to fake someone out, if they break into my house, into thinking there are other people there.

Since both Eliza and Angelica were pregnant, sister Peggy crept downstairs to retrieve the endangered child. The leader of the raiding party barred her way with a musket. "Wench, wench! Where is your master?" he demanded. "Gone to alarm the town," the coolheaded Peggy said. The intruder, fearing that Schuyler would return with troops, fled in alarm.

Who dares disturb my roses? Why did I say that

He should not be here, " said the fish in the pot. " he should not be here when your mother is not.

I loathe the telephone - vile, shrill-voiced intruder. i'd never answer it at all if I didn't feel I might be missing something: a million-pound offer from a film company or Robert Mitchum asking me out to lunch. I hate the element of uncertainty - you never know if it's going to be a friend or a foe on the line. I wish they'd invent a telephone which turned green like a breath-test when it was an enemy ringing, so I needn't answer it.

Once, before leaving on vacation, I copied an entire page from an Alice Munro story and left it in my typewriter, hoping a burglar might come upon it and mistake her words for my own. That an intruder would spend his valuable time reading, that he might be impressed by the description of a crooked face, was something I did not question, as I believed, and still do, that stories save you.

It is a scary world out there, and believe me that if someone were to try to come into my house, I want to be able to protect myself.

Basil, is that you? No, mother, it's a burglar.

When I was a kid in Nebraska, a cantankerous farmer, known for plinking with his '22 at passing cars in which he perceived enemies, ingeniously rigged up a shotgun in his house, trained on the inside of his front door so as to widely distribute any intruder.

Well, somebody got the deluxe package." He turned at last to face the intruder. She was in her mid-to-late twenties. Wearing a no-muss T-shirt and jeans. She went without makeup, a rarity for L.A., and there was no jewelry either.

If one is interested in the relations between fields which, according to customary academic divisions, belong to different departments, then he will not be welcomed as a builder of bridges, as he might have expected, but will rather be regarded by both sides as an outsider and troublesome intruder.

Among these palm trees and vines, in this bush and jungle, the white man is a sort of outlandish and unseemly intruder. Pale, weak, his shirt drenched with sweat, his hair pasted down on his head, he is continually tormented by thirst, and feels impotent, melancholic.

If I heard a noise at night, I'd think there was a burglar sneaking around; the first thing I'd do was check on my guitar.

Sounds as if the intruder was looking for something, Norma.

Forcing himself to stop gawking up at it, he went trotting to the fallen intruder. "Wonder if the guy's dead." No—he was breathing. As Pete was bending to touch the unconscious man, he heard a rustling to his left. Someone was approaching him. A tall man in coveralls and a wide-brim hat. In his gloved hand he held a prop ray gun. Straightening up, Pete said, "You're Dangler, aren't you?

I have six locks on my door all in a row. When I go out, I lock every other one. I figure no matter how long somebody stands there picking the locks, they are always locking three.

El desierto no ofrece siquiera la ilusión de que uno podrá ser alguna vez otra cosa que un intruso.

while the outside world was full of danger, I knew my interior. I was certain that I could oust an intruder there.