Quotes About Puzzle

One of my biggest peeves is when the writer hasn't given you enough information to figure everything out. You should be able to go back to the beginning of 'Gone Girl,' after you've already read it and you know everything, and say, 'Check - check - yes, she gave us that information.'

I like all sorts of games that make you think. Chess is one of the games I play a lot, read a lot of books.

Sadly, in the most nerdy way possible, my superpower is anagramming.

Nobody yelled or ran out of the door. Nobody blew a police whistle. Everything was quiet and sunny and calm. No cause for excitement whatever. It's only Marlowe, finding another body. He does it rather well by now. Murder-a-day Marlowe, they call him. They have the meat wagon following him around to follow up on the business he finds. A nice enough fellow, in an ingenuous sort of way.

in a voice with half the steps missing.

I went over to a floor lamp and pulled the switch, went back to put off the ceiling light, and went across the room again to the chessboard on a card table under the lamp. There was a problem laid out on the board, a six-mover. I couldn't solve it, like a lot of my problems.

I love a question I can't answer. It keeps things interesting, even after so many years.

It's only when you've pieced together a story in several different ways that you realise where the holes are, discover the knowledge that is still missing, the questions you still need to ask.

Incidentally, I'm puzzled why, with so much oxygen about, thing didn't burst into flames all the time. Perhaps they did.

Incidentally, I'm puzzled why, with so much oxygen about, things didn't burst into flames all the time. Perhaps they did

concéntrate más en la búsqueda del misterio que en los conocimientos que te faltan.

Life seemed even more of a guessing game than usual.

Willingly Andras followed him into the curved halls of calculus, where the problem of Madame Morgenstern could not exist because it could not be described by an equation.

The world's full of strange things. Stuff that doesn't make sense until you really think about it. Happenings like the ones in the old tales.

Why did it have to be her?

That is complicated question with an equally complicated answer.

You are an enigma wrapped in a sticky bun.

Nancy's last sentence is on the last page in your file. There is nothing more we know. As the sheriff might say, we don't have anything farther.

The original item looked like a little hand cart with the figure of a man mounted on a platform between the wheels. The man's outstretched arm always pointed south.

We have infinite trouble in solving man-made mysteries; it is only when we set out to discover "the secret of God" that our difficulties disappear.

The 'missing link' between ape and man will probably never be found- because it was an embryo.

Mystery keeps man alive; it opens his ears, his eyes, and his mind! Find a mystery and try to solve it!

Well, for me as a heterosexual man, the woman is still the mystery of life.

Woman is the unfathomable, incalculable mystery, the problem we men can never hope to solve.