#thrillers

If you write thrillers or mysteries or horror fiction or quote-unquote speculative fiction, men might read you, and the 'Times' might notice you. ↗

— Jennifer Weiner

#horror #men #might #mysteries #notice

Thrillers have been traditionally very masculine books; the women characters often rather decorative. ↗

— Ken Follett

#books #characters #decorative #masculine #often

I'd read a lot of thrillers about politicians and presidents, but never one where you flip the stereotypes and make good people bad and bad people good. ↗

— David Baldacci

#bad #bad people #flip #good #good people

You can't do psychological thrillers. There's no audience. I've heard this. I've heard this from studios. ↗

— Eriq La Salle

#heard #i #psychological #studios #thrillers

I write thrillers for the same reason that people read them – it's escapism. ↗

— Ken McClure

#mcclure #medical-thrillers #science #thrillers #science

By the standards of a tourist strolling past looking for a quick lunch, the place was a dive. The sign on the window was small and easy to miss, and the antique feel of the place wasn't the prepackaged, old-shit-on-the-wall nostalgia that came with so many chain restaurants. The cafe was just old, and everything about it said old. But Jon liked it that way, if only because it kept the tourists away and spared him from hearing imported ignorance when there was plenty of local ignorance to go around. ↗

— Scott B. Pruden

#humorous-quotes #immaculate-deception #satire #science-fiction #science-fiction-comedy

No evil ever came from a woman’s womb that wasn’t placed there first by a man.’... Tantie Neptune, Lucifer's Key by Charles A. Cornell, due 2013 ↗

— Charles A. Cornell

#occult #supernatural #thriller #thrillers #tiger-paw

I see shapes in the sand," he wrote in that final letter. "I hear voices whispering to me, inviting me to walk upon the shore, as if the very sea itself is calling my name. I fear that if I stay here any longer, I will do as they request. I will take that walk, and I will never return." ↗

— John Connolly - Nocturnes

#thrillers #thriller

Would you believe I was in the neighborhood?” “No." “Well, how about that I needed to see you.” “Why? Did one of my neighbors call and say my cat’s been stalking their bunny?” One corner of his mouth went up. “You know, that sounds like a euphemism. A kind of salacious one” “Ooh, big words for Mr. Average Joe street cop,” she said, knowing she sounded bitchy but unable to help it. “Can you take out the angry eyes, Mrs. Potato Head, and just let me talk to you? ↗

— Leslie Parrish

#psychics #romance #romantic-suspense #thrillers #romantic

She hit the button again, holding her breath this time until she heard it. Soft, sibilant, as insubstantial as the breaths that came before: Shannon. The voice whispered Shannon. The blood rushed out of her head. Her heart knocked hard in her chest. Her knees buckled and she grabbed the counter to keep from falling. She was starting to hyperventilate, had to calm it down before she was taken by a full-blown panic attack. Paper bag. Think. Think! Drawer below the silverware, next to the sink. Over the nose and mouth. Breathe slowly, slowly. Holding the bag against her face, Shane slid to the floor with her back against the cabinets, legs splayed, lungs heaving. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t be Jordan. Jordan was dead. ↗

— Jane Taylor Starwood

#romantic-suspense #suspense #thrillers #romantic