Thriller Quotes
You Englishmen, ’ said Herr Wurter. ‘You are all the same. Wherever you are you behave as if you were at home and your word was law.
I can’t wait for the day when we’ll never have to say ‘goodbye’ to each other again.
I liked the idea of a person shedding their life, and someone else putting it on. -Oliver Harris on writing The Hollow Man for Crime Time online magazine
Steve had just met the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Until now his engagement to Christine had never been a concern.
For me, writing isn't about money and fame. It's about passion, an art form that I want to share with the world, expand the horizons to new worlds, new experiences, and new adventures.
A pawn only needs to move five spaces to become the queen" - from Bhendi Bazaar
It was a dark, dismal afternoon, like they all seem to bethese days, when I got this call. I could hear the rainbattering the windowpane of my office when the phone rang.
Every time I think I'm about to seize the moment, it drifts back into the shadows, just beyond my reach.
What makes you think I’d know this woman?’ Hunter knew what he was trying to do. ‘Listen, P-Diddy . . .’ ‘D-King . . .’ ‘Whatever.
So exquisitely perfect was the darkness of the heavens above that one would have difficulty believing it was a prison to the passengers and crew of The Black Witch.
Partnership means she is of equal rank to you, Raven', Obiakor continued...'Don't play games with her.
Thrills are much more about anticipation than action. An unfired bullet is more dangerous than one that has already met its target.
When you said we were clandestine I didn’t realize you meant literally underground, you could have warned me.
Yes, 1960’s North American sitcoms have led me to study the United States 1920’s and 1930’s crime bosses— QET Jenkins
Perfection all the time would drive them mad. For every perfect little town, there's something ugly underneath. No dream without the nightmare.
To write a novel is to dream while awake, then express the dream to the reader in an absorbing way. The road leading from the writer's inner world to the readers' is paved with prose.
Life is a sewer and we are all but swimmers within it. Smart people do the backstroke. (In other words you gotta have a giggle.)
I’ve been thinking that you, me and Kristy should all have a sleepover or something like that. Wouldn‘t that be so cool! - Carol
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of being well-preserved, but to skid sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, still screaming, 'Whoo what a ride!
What is a monster? Something that grows hair all over and howls? Could be. But the real monster is within, and when it comes out, it’s as fugly as you see it, or as it lets you see it.
He who fears being watched from the abysswill be unable to look into it himself.The truth can only be obtained by pressing forward.
You have really nice teeth, ” Terry said and thought they could be excellent for his collection of human body parts.
Terry loved candlelight dinners and red wine. It was a nice contrast from work.And killing people.
You’re beautiful when you do that.”She dropped her gaze to his. “What’s that?”“Smile.
Some girls are sweeter… Others have a tinge of bitterness… It is as if I can smell their souls. Their experiences and relationships are painted in warm, sour crimson.
The military operation swiftly became one of disaster management and damage control, search and rescue.
Yes' Simon nodded. 'This would suggest that these patterns grow inside the batteries until a critical point is reached, when the shapes develop no further, and the phone ceases to function.
His desire for this to be a joke was quickly replaced by a desire for whiskey.
Max?' he asked.'Yeah?''...What are you doing?''Shooting people.
Odessa sighed. 'When I said you were one of the smartest people in the company, I was referring solely to your technical abilities. Now get to work.
But the things in the batteries couldn't be spiders. It just wasn't possible. There had to be another explanation. But of what kind?
Simon shook his head. 'I don't want to be a hero. I'd rather abandon the technology altogether, sit on a hill and speak to my neighbours by smoke-signal.
...a fissure appeared. Splinters of plastic broke away around it, and the fissure widened, radiating further fractures.When the first leg broke out, Simon tried to shriek.
Who gave you a gun?''The army.''Why?''That's what the army does, Simon.
Insanity is the only real escape from the banality of our lives. - Clara Bayliss
Of all the problems and complications in my life, I had not expected love to be one of them.