Quotes About Mystery

My only obligation is to keep myself and other people guessing.

Stories are not explanations of the world we live in. Science does that, and math does that. Our obligation as fiction writers is to enhance the mysteries.

Ask people who know him for a description of Bob Dylan outside the prerogatives of fame and the obligations of art, and they have to stop and think; there's just not that much left.

What's extraordinary about Cobra Mist, and so much of what went on at Orford, was that the public were completely oblivious to it.

The more things remain obscure and mysterious, the more they interest me. I even try to find mystery in things that have none.

Our minds are mysterious; our conscious brain is like a ship on a sea that is obscure to us.

I like what's obscure.

Obscurity is just obscurity. There's no romance in obscurity.

I am really not a believer that there are UFOs observing us here on Earth, and yet I saw something that blew my mind, something I could not explain.

I was obsessed with Nancy Drew growing up - I couldn't get enough.

As a kid, I always was obsessed with Houdini.

I'm really obsessed with 'Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares.' I really don't know why.

My feeling is that if there are that many billions of stars, maybe someone is saying exactly what I'm saying at this moment. I don't know. It's not something I'm obsessed by or think about all the time, but I certainly open to thinking it could be.

How we come to be, and how we are what we are, is beyond any understanding. I have been obsessed by this, trying to understand the very nature of my existence.

I had asthma when I was a kid, asthma so bad that it would turn into pneumonia and I almost died several times. Nobody knew why back then, but now it's obvious.

Honestly, I would love to be friends with Fox Mulder on 'The X-Files.' That's almost a little too obvious, but that would be my answer. I'd love to hang out with him.

Obviously, we're never going to say what the Krabby Patty secret formula is.

It's always interesting to play a character that obviously has a secret.

The occult - what do you mean, Jesus? That's occult to me. It's so far-fetched, it's ridiculous.

It's hard enough to find out about the things the universe prefers to keep hidden without our government, which somebody you know must have voted for, covering up what has already been found. Sometimes, of course, it hides things to save its own neck and sometimes seemingly just for the hell of it.

She was never to ask me a question about the man she loved most and understood least. Perhaps she knew enough to know that for her it was enough to have loved him.

It is clear to me now that the universe in its truculence doesn't permit itself to be that well known.

Nothing could be better than the moment when a woman opened her legs for you. That first time! If you had an eye for the little differences, you knew twice as much about her as you could learn from her face. Alois Senior would attest to that. The female organ! Whoever designed this form had certainly been sly about the job. (This was about as close as Alois ever came to admiring the Creator.)

Hey, there's a place in the darkness. You know what I mean? I think I met you there. I knew you there.