Quotes About Mystery

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.

That man is always happy who is in the presence of something which he cannot know to the full, which he is always going on to know.

Mothers are inscrutable beings to their sons, always.

If I could just stay alive for a week, I'd know the unwritten secrets of Anna's mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.

Money and women are the most sought after and the least known about of any two things we have.

Believing in the Tooth Fairy is easier than trying to figure out how else the money gets under your pillow.

A magician may step out without a purse, but he should never step out without a pack of playing cards.

Calico KittyMy calico kittywas painted and primedshe could prowlthe night away ~without spending a dime...

New York was no mere city. It was instead an infinitely romantic notion, the mysterious nexus of all love and money and power, the shining and perishable dream itself.

To wake in that desert dawn was like waking in the heart of an opal. ... See the desert on a fine morning and die - if you can!

From the calm morning, the end will come when of the dancing horse the number of circles will be nine.

I had no occasion for an apron on that morning.

There will be something anguish or elation that is peculiar to this day alone. I rise from sleep and say: hail to the morning! come down to me, my beautiful unknown.

The desert, when the sun comes up...I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the Earth began.

Woke up this morning with a wine glass in my hand. Who's wine, what wine, where the hell did I dine?

The Art of Vermeer must have been there on the morning of creation.

I grew up writing about the paranormal, and I blame too many Saturday mornings watching Scooby Doo.

The Dawn is a wild, fair woman, With sunrise in her hair; Look where she stands, with pleading hands, To lure me there.

I had been found in a mud puddle at 4:30 in the morning.

Under my head till morning; but the rain, Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh, Upon the glass and listen for reply.

Life would be very dreary if there were no magic. If the real world were only that veil of tears, I just don't think could get up in the morning.

I read the script [Havenhurst] and I went to bed, but I woke up because somebody had knocked on my door. Or at least it seemed like somebody knocked on my door at, like, 4 in the morning.

I had one class in the morning, the mysteriously named "Further Maths". It was two hours long and so deeply frightening that I think I went into a trance.

Two bones fell down my chimney and into the bedroom this morning. Hysterical thing to happen to a thriller writer. Murderous ravens perhaps?