Quotes About Mystery

What's up?" I asked my mother. "I just got fourteen phone calls about someone hitting Joseph's Grandma Bella in the face with a chocolate cream pie when she was walking out of the funeral home. They said she was going out the side door for some reason, and someone came out of nowhere and hit her with the pie." "Did they know who did it?" Grandma asked. "Bella said it was you.

No one," Jessup said. He glanced at Nick. "We want you to break into the Smithsonian." "Always a pleasure," Nick said. Kate raised an eyebrow at Nick. "You've done it before?" Nick shrugged. "Nobody goes to D.C. without visiting the Smithsonian." "Most people go when it's open." "I don't like crowds.

I OPENED THE front door to Morelli's house and Bob

It was Lorraine in her nightie and Mo in his cap. They'd just settled their brains for a long winter's nap in front of the television. When out in the lot there arose such a clatter, they sprang from their recliners to see what was the matter. Away to the window they flew like a flash, tore open the blinds and threw up the sash. And what to their wondering eyes should appear, but Stephanie Plum and yet another of her cars burning front to rear.

The more is a question mark. It acknowledges the future unknown.

was chilling and eerily invasive. It tied the flowers

Why would Munch want barium?

Janet Evanovich

Topkapi Dagger.

Turbo Twenty-Three

There's been an accident. I had Mr. Loosey on the table, and I was gonna get him dressed, and then I had to go fix the thermostat, and when I got back to Mr. Loosey, I noticed he was missing his..um, private part. I don't know how this could happen. One minute it was there, and the next minute it was gone. -Louie Moon, mortician's assistant

His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.

I emitted some civetlike female stink, a distinct perfume of sexual wanting, that he had followed to find me here in the dark.

His voice was cloves and nightingales.

Now was too big, like a giant dark planet coming up over the horizon. she wanted then. That's what he'd seen that day, a brightness with darkness all around, watching her, as if she were glamorous, as if she were a rare and mysterious creature.

Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.

The moon rose, squatting in the strained blue.

I felt on the verge of something, a mystery that surrounded me like gauze, something I was beginning to unwind.

My father, that silhouette, a form comprised of all I did not know, a shape filled with rain. Whenever I asked, she'd say, 'You had no father. I'm your father. You sprang full-blown from my forehead, like Athena.

People want a little magic. Sex is its theater. There are sliding panels and trapdoors.

No one considered that a key might lock as well as unlock.

They'd retreated to the country with two passports only. From the outside it looked like death. People could pound the walls all they wanted, but they'd never find the door. Nobody could guess at the gardens inside.

The warily silent Hughes has protected his secrets better than his sister has: no one can use his words against him. But everyone can—and does—speculate about his motives.

Unlike many other places, Hilo is more fascinating on closer acquaintance - so fascinating that it is hard to write about it in plain prose.