Quotes About Enigma

Four snakes gliding up and down a hollow for no purpose that I could see - not to eat, not for love, but only gliding.

The sweetest smiles hold the darkest secrets.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

Why is love easy? I don't know. And the raccoons don't say.

I don't think you can define love.

Love is an impossible concept.

I love you is the inscription on Pandora's box.

there is in fact no evidence that quantum mechanics is actually needed at all to account for consciousness—unlike other biological phenomena that we have considered in this book such as enzyme action or photosynthesis.

She's kind of a walking poem, she's this perfect beauty...but at the same time very deep, very smart.

The night was possessed of the thick darkness that comes when clouds swallow the moon and stars whole,

I don't have a clue what any of that means,' I said. 'Most days I don't either.' He was being charming, of course.

At first I was queasy I'll never forget the sound of the scalpel cutting a body open. But it was so cool trying to work out how these people died.

obfuscating everything in sight

The slab rocked hard, stopped, then began rotating, very slowly. Barely making a full arc before continuing until it was perpendicular with the floor. It came to a halt, shaking the floor. I tried to move it; locked into place. Rectangular opening, four feet by two. Dark, but

and had been observed entering and exiting one of Larue's current

Donald Trump of the crime scene," I said.

bosh," he finally said. "Ook-la. Palm trees

does Ms. Garcia hang

as 'an explanation of ignotum ab ignoto'"—a theory that relies on the unknown to explain the unknown.

He's a ghost, not a carnival magician. -Benny Imura

And to Conrad, it seemed as though he had entered some strange world beyond our own, where nothing was as it appears, and anything could be possible.

Harken craned forward, but he couldn't see the entrance ladder. That battered blue box was in the way. He tried to read the writing on the door, but the light was too dim. But, in an odd sort of way, the box was comforting.

They all watched silently as she walked toward her cabin, but when she got to the doorway she stopped and turned around. She stood for a moment with her chin lifted and her eyes closed. What on earth was she doing? Granada wondered.

What could it be? Not a date, surely—the boy's got eyes.