Quotes About Puzzle

My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.

To me, families are puzzles that take a lifetime to work out - or not, as often is the case - and I like to explore how people within them try to connect, be it through love, duty, or circumstance.

I feel more like a father to a child: my Cube inspired thousands of 'twisty puzzles,' and I'm amazed how it continues to excite new generations.

When I go to a movie and can't figure it out, I'm just thrilled.

A mystery is a whodunit. You know what happened, but not how or who's behind it. A thriller, or a suspense, is a howdunit. You know what happened, and you usually know who did it, but you keep reading because you want to know how they pulled it off.

The way to write a thriller is to ask a question at the beginning, and answer it at the end.

I love the thriller genre generally. I like murder mysteries and those kinds of adventure stories.

I love adult thrillers and murder mysteries and everything like that.

Writing a mystery is like drawing a picture and then cutting it into little pieces that you offer to your readers one piece at a time, thus allowing them the chance to put the jigsaw puzzle together by the end of the book.

Accepting reality and deciding to love our unique puzzle brings a freedom and sense of peace that can only come from surrendering to the life that we have been given.

Of the seven triggers, this is the most nuanced, and perhaps the most difficult to achieve. Mystique invites others closer, without giving them what they seek.

For fear does things so like a witch, 'Tis hard t' unriddle which is which

a little town on the Spanish side of the Pyrenees there is only one barber. This barber shaves all the men in the town who do not shave themselves. Does the barber shave himself or not?

sometimes the world seem so fucked up, like nothing make any sense at all. Like there's no sense at all. Just—just vicious like that. Just vicious. But then sometimes, sometimes, it's like—like it all fit together perfect, like a puzzle.

I'd met him about five years back on the Case of the Kleptomaniacal Occultist

Well," he said, "I'm guessing your client is either a magician or a pervert. And I mean both of those terms with the highest respect.

To them life is like a book with blank pages. But to the detective, it is an illuminated manuscript of mysteries.

And Merritt, I saw now, had figured out the ultimate puzzle—how to live forever. How to leave enough of yourself behind, even if it was scattered in little pieces, that your presence on the earth was no longer temporary, but permanent.

No doubt Gervase Fen or Peter Wimsey would immediately have grasped the vital clue revealing the identity of the murderer. But to me it looked like wreckage.

She tried to focus on the element of riddle or at least puzzle contained in the letter and ignore the sense of doom that was sweeping through her like clouds rolling to the shore over open water.

Crime writers, I've noticed, can be jumpy. They live in a world where there are murderers on the loose and they haven't been caught yet!

Mirabelle was always an enigma, and he had the sense that if he pushed her, she'd bolt.

I can't imagine what possessed you to propose to me." "Well that will give you something to puzzle over any time you can't sleep.

Death, he thought. This whole clue hunt's been about death.