Quotes About Captivation

Wasn't I rapt? Wasn't I ravished?

To get the job done preaching must be committed to two goals: first it should be passionate and second, fascinating.

Kalbimi pembe saten bir ayakkab?ya hapsettim." Edgar Degas

It was electrifying the way he watched her so carefully that he forgot himself.

It's like my ear attunes to the weird language and I'm sucked fully into the story, the same way I am when I watch a movie, so that I feel it.

He was gorgeous, and I absolutely, no question, had to be drooling. After a quick and hopefully stealthy check – big show, I wasn't!- I found myself wonder what color his eyes were. Brown maybe. Or even hazel. Either way…wow, just wow. Deer? Headlights? Hi, I'm Ali.

Eres hermosa cuando ríes. Como una diosa del amor que hechiza a todo el que te mira"-Kyrin a Mia

There is no mistaking a good book when one meets it. It is like falling in love.

If I didn't know him and I was driving by, I would've stopped to get a second look, trying to figure out who that scary hot bastard was.

I never forget that a book is not an end in itself. Just like a newspaper or a magazine, a book is a means of communication, which is why I try to grab the reader by the throat and not let go to the end. I don't always succeed, of course; readers tend to be elusive. Who is my reader?

Charm is the measure of attraction's power To chain the fleeting fancy of the hour.

I am very lucky that I get to tell stories for a living. I love being able to grab people's attention, to keep them turning the pages, to make them stay awake all night.

My job as an author is to tell the story in the best way possible, to make it flow seamlessly and get the reader to keep turning the page.

Suspense is my thing. I think I am able to make people want to keep turning pages. They want to know what happens.

We are all seduced by charismatic people, whether it's in your office or in the bus or in the train. There are people who just, like, come through the door, and everybody turns around and looks at them and feels drawn to them.

It was impossible not to admire him, not to want to do something to contain that kind of beauty- drink him, ingest him, sneak into his shirt and hide for the rest of one's natural life.

I feel that if I establish the world or the premise from the first line, then I can get the reader to come with me where I want her to go.

As long as the world continues to be strange and interesting, I still want to take pictures of it.

Why movies are so powerful is because you are right in there and you stay in there until they want you to come out, and then you've really gone somewhere.

He wanted to draw her nude. Every part of her. To capture her sensuality in pen and ink: the way she relished food, slipped her fingers into her hair, stroked the stem of her wineglass. The way she lifted her arms to stretch and tugged on her lower lip with her upper one. He'd watched her raise goose bumps on her own skin simply by stroking the inside of her wrist with the tips of her fingers, yet she seemed oblivious to this part of herself.

She writhed helplessly against his steely grip, her frantic movement only furthering the progress of his softly caressing tongue. In moments, Hazard forced a shuddering moan from her and quivering she gasped in shallow rapturous sighs.

I didn't decide to learn sign language, any more than I ever decided to enjoy a poem; it simply held me spellbound.

Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.

Do you find this...distracting?