Quotes About Mystery

The oyster was an animal worthy of New Orleans, as mysterious and private and beautiful as the city itself. If one could accept that oysters build their houses out of their lives, one could imagine the same of New Orleans, whose houses were similarly and resolutely shuttered against an outside world that could never be trusted to show proper sensitivity toward the oozing delicacies within.

Mystery is the face everybody shared before they were born and the joke they'll finally get after they're dead.

If complexity doesn't beat you, paradox will.

There is only one serious question. And that is: Who knows how to make love stay? Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to kill yourself. Answer me that and I will ease your mind about the beginning and the end of time. Answer me that and I will reveal to you the purpose of the moon.

I asked Mr. Wrangle what you were like. He said you were hornet juice and rosebuds in a container of gazelle meat.

There's nothing like the word dangerous to generate interest: it's irresistible to young males, scary to most young females.

At the meeting of our lips, peacocks went into hiding, elephants suffered memory loss, camels developed a maddening thirst, and dinosaurs long thought to be extinct turned up on the evening news.

Of our nine planets, Saturn is the one that looks like fun.

Beer's nice for being glad and dizzy, and sometimes for the mystery and stuff, but the happy that comes out of a beer can is not like the real happy you got to make in your heart.

They caressed one another until their hides shone. They embraced until their 206 bones squeaked like mice. Their bed was a boat in a weird sea.

The highest men are calm, silent and unknown...The true masters seldom reveal themselves, except in the vibrations the leave behind, and upon which the lesser gurus build their doctrines.

What was it like in there? Inside a daisy?" My answer: "Like a cathedral made of mathematics and honey.

Twenty candles on a cake. Twenty Camels in a pack. Twenty months in the federal pen. Twenty shots of tequila down a young girl's gullet. Twenty centuries since Our Lord's last pratfall, and after all that time we still don't know where passion goes when it goes.

Can a woman who does not know the contents of her handbag know the contents of her heart?

In the end, perhaps we should simply imagine joke; a long joke that's being continually retold in an accent too thick and too strange to ever be completely understood. Life is that joke, my friends. The soul is the punch line.

The only normal people are the ones you don't know well yet.

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The world is a very strange place,and the dice are always rolling

Amanda became pregnant during a fierce thunderstorm. "Was it the lightning or the lover?" she was sometimes heard to muse. When her son was born with electrical eyes, people no longer thought her foolish.

The theory arrived neither full-blown, like an orphan on the doorstep, nor sharply defined, like a spike through a shoe; nor did it develop as would a photographic print, crisp images gradually emerging from a shadowy soup. Rather, it unwound like a turban, like a mummy bandage; started with the sudden loosening of a clasp, a scarab fastener, and then unraveled in awkward spirals from end to frazzled end.

How do you know that?" "Maybe I'm a fucking detective

Elsewhere, they might call the wind Mariah, but here its name was Something Fishy.

There is light underwater, even at night, but it is a far cry from the lights that we all know and love... the light by which the reaper reads his list.

Half Asleep in Frogg pajamas.