Quotes About Enigma

For some reason I seem to be a massive hit with middle-aged women. I seriously don't know what it is.

Women are impossible, witches are worse, and women who are powerful witches are going to be the death of me.

How strange women are.

I had long since given up trying to extract from a woman as it were the square root of her unknown quantity, the mystery of which a mere introduction was generally enough to dispel.

Some women attract desire. Others do not.

Neither saints nor angels have ever increased my faith in this enigma Life; but what are called 'common men and women' have increased it.

Trying to understand women is a tall order period.

You're the most unknown famous man I ever met

Woman, don't you know, is such a subject that however much you study it, it's always perfectly new.

The great question which I have not been able to answer despite my 30 years of research into the feminine soul is "what does a woman want"?

Mystery is what makes women, woman. A woman without mystery is no woman. She is a girl who has yet discovered the depths of her heart.

Life is magic.

I love you for unfathomable reasons

To be a femme fatale you don't have to be slinky and sensuous and disastrously beautiful, you just have to have the will to disturb.

She is made up of depths even the ocean couldn't fathom.

I am a puzzle and a conundrum and a thunderstorm.

Women are mysterious beings in which lie strange delights.

The primary feature of women is not a 'beauty', it's a 'mystery'.

The power of women! I've never felt so full of mysterious power. Men are a joke.

My mission was always intended to be slightly outside the public eye, because that makes me appear more interesting than I really am. A lot of people don't realise that merely by staying away, you can create a myth.

Kate Moss, for example - she's never given a lot of interviews. She stays so mysterious. Nobody knows who she is, really.

In the end, no one knew what caused madness.

ultimately, all diseases are magical diseases... ("Gas Station Carnival")

The darkness of the grotesque is an immortal enigma: in all legends of the dead, in all the tales of creatures of the night, in all the mythologies of mad gods and lucid demons, there remains a kind of mocking nonsense to the end, a thick and resonant voice which calls out from the heart of these stories and declares: 'Still I am here.