#suspense

In fiction, plenty do the job of conveying information, rousing suspense, painting characters, enabling them to speak. But only certain sentences breathe and shift about, like live matter in soil. ↗

— Jhumpa Lahiri

#breathe #certain #characters #conveying #enabling

This would become a lifelong pattern, sitting in my comfort zone high above the world in some sort of self-imposed exile. ↗

— Peggy Kopman-Owens

#adventure #mystery #suspense #thriller #travel

Beware. Those with the least amount of authority exercise it the most often. ↗

— Peggy Kopman-Owens

#adventure #mystery #suspense #travel #art

It had been a little over a year since the last murder; moreover it had been a year since I had run as quickly as legally possible from whom I had been. It had taken almost that long to become a legal adult, get the money straightened out and get my name changed. Who was Abigail? Who was Vera? I felt as though I was neither person. I felt like I wasn’t a person at all anymore. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#walking-in-the-shadows #ya-romance #ya-suspense #ya-thriller #change

The northern star changes its position every ten thousand years, but friendships can last for all eternity. — RJPeters ↗

— R.J. Peters

#crime #fiction #horror #humor #murder

All he'd done was lose her underwear and practically get her blown up. Hell. This had to be the absolute worst first date of her life. ↗

— Tara Janzen

#humour #romance #romantic-suspense #dating

Woolrich had a genius for creating types of story perfectly consonant with his world: the noir cop story, the clock race story, the waking nightmare, the oscillation thriller, the headlong through the night story, the annihilation story, the last hours story. These situations, and variations on them, and others like them, are paradigms of our position in the world as Woolrich sees it. His mastery of suspense, his genius (like that of his spiritual brother Alfred Hitchcock) for keeping us on the edge of our seats and gasping with fright, stems not only from the nightmarish situations he conjured up but from his prose, which is compulsively readable, cinematically vivid, high-strung almost to the point of hysteria, forcing us into the skins of the hunted and doomed where we live their agonies and die with them a thousand small deaths. ↗

— Francis M. Nevins

#cornell-woolrich #doomed #hunted #hysteria #nightmarish

How can I be more important than someone else? Isn’t every life important? ↗

— Shelley K. Wall

#romance #romantic-comedy #romantic-suspense #design

Never Let anyone tell you that you can't; show them that you can. ↗

— Gloria Mallette

#books #family #marriage #psychological-suspense #family

Close your mouth Lily, you look like a codfish." "I can't help it. This place looks like something out of medieval times. I'm surprised there aren't rushes on the floor or half-dressed serving wenches carrying trenchers of food." "Read Harlequin much?" "Shut up. There's nothing wrong with romance novels. You could learn something from them you know." Sean's mouth curved into a slow, seductive grin. He let his fingers drift casually along the side of her arm, deliberately grazing the edge of her breast. "Could I now? ↗

— Marianne Morea

#paranormal-romance #paranormal-suspense #food