Quotes About Enigma

The visible world, I think, is abstract and mysterious enough.

a writing in the sand which all may read but few understand." - Philip Jose Farmer in 'Riders of the Purple Wage

I am in short, a witch of the quantumverse.

All that we don't know is astonishing. Even more astonishing is what passes for knowing.

Je songe que l'énigme de sa mort est ce qui me divertit du mystère de sa vie.

Je n'ai jamais su au juste quel est son âge.

Sie war nicht schön, sie war schlimmer als das. (Doktor Véron über Mata Hari)

body in the companionway. A quick

green trench coat so that it hid brown hair that reached

task not unlike coming to grips with the Holy Ghost.' There

I have discovered a truly marvellous demonstration [of this general theorem] which this margin is too narrow to contain.

I'm always the kid who is going to be finding out if there is a cemetery or an abandoned amusement park that I can go visit as opposed to the beach, so it wasn't too much of a stretch to get me to the world of Ninth House.'

I'm mostly drawn to narratives that are difficult for me to visualize.

And there are no stars and that you're never really sure who's doing what and what voice is what and, you know what I mean? It's supposed to be quite elusive.

It feels quite cool, in a mad way, to be someone who skulks about in the shadows.

It was titillating to brush up against the enigma of mortality, to steal a glimpse across its forbidden frontier. Climbing was a magnificient activity, I firmly believed, not in spite of the inherent perils, but precisely because of them.

Qué hermosa es siempre la cara que no hemos visto.

In the elevator it seemed to Enid that the ship was suffering not only from a seesaw motion but also from a yaw, as if its bow were the face of someone experiencing repugnance.

The house on The Crescent, stepped into the hillside, had no face. In

Then again, the story does involve a missing person, and it could well be me. Or you, or practically anybody. As he said to me once, who's not missing?

He was someone whom everyone admired and liked but whom nobody knew. He was like a book that you could feel good holding, that you could talk about without ever having read, that you could recommend.

There was nothing, which would have been unfortunate, unless nothing was a clue. Was nothing a clue?

The world is like that -- incomprehensible and full of surprises .

Definitivamente sé cuidar mi misterio, es imposible saber más de lo que yo misma cuento