Quotes About Tension

A bowler can make or break a chap.

I like the fact that when I check in the game, the other players start getting nervous. The other team gets nervous. I like that.

It's not that I don't enjoy fighting. I don't enjoy the circumstances around fighting.

In 'The World Set Free,' the world's major superpowers attack each other simultaneously.

The idea that the family is this locus of support but can also hold you back and keep you down makes for good drama.

History simmers beneath the surface in more communities than just Ferguson.

A lot of guys are walking around with a lot simmering beneath the surface, and sometimes it explodes.

Our darkest angels in Europe are always somewhere under the surface.

The backbone of surprise is fusing speed with secrecy.

One of the difficult things of making a horror sequel in general is because the horror genre is so founded on surprise.

A lot of shows, things will just simmer and simmer and maybe never explode into the open, or only risk exploding into the open when it's clear that the series has gotten to its endgame. So I'm always impressed - but not surprised - when 'Scandal' just completely goes for it.

What I love is that 'Game of Thrones' is always up for surprises.

Peace imposible, war improbable.

I am too nervous to eat pie.

I think a little menace is fine to have in a story. For one thing, it's good for the circulation.

after a minute, you continue writing. she screams again. you wonder how long this can go on.

I hung up. It was a good start, but it didn't go far enough. I ought to have locked the door and hidden under the desk.

She bent over me again. Blood began to move around in me, like a prospective tenant looking over a house.

I looked at Spangler. He was leaning forward so far he was almost out of his chair. He looked as if he was going to jump. I couldn't think of any reason why he should jump, so I thought he must be excited. I looked back at Breeze. He was about as excited as a hole in the wall.

Maybe I was tired and irritable. Maybe I felt a little guilty. I could learn to hate this guy without even knowing him. I could just look at him across the width of a cafeteria and want to kick his teeth in.

All she did was take her hand out of her bag, with a gun in it. All she did was point it at me and smile. All I did was nothing.

What rattled and thumped was a knotted towel full of melting ice cubes. Somebody who loved me very much had put them on the back of my head. Somebody who loved me less had bashed in the back of my skull. It could have been the same person. People have moods.

My God, you big dark handsome brute! I ought to throw a Buick at you.

I hung up and fed myself a slug of Old Forester to brace my nerves for the interview.