Quotes About Mystery

If God made anything better, he kept it for himself.

and his voice the cry of a bird unknown, 3Jane answering in song, three notes, high and pure. A true name.

the expensive-looking thing in her hand resembled a cross between a miniature oar and an orthopedic brace. She was off for a fast game of something, but Case had no idea what.

Lupus Yonderboy

is a body grown in upon itself, a Gothic folly.

Lonny Zone stepped forward, tall and cadaverous, moving with the slow undersea grace of his addiction.

Damien maintains, half-seriously, that followers of the footage comprise the first true freemasonry of the new century.

Don't," she said, "fingerprints.

It was sometimes best, when you came to the mystery that was art, to come as a child. The child saw things that were too evident, too obvious for the trained eye.

He wanted to explain how people were never quite what you thought they were.

The water rose further and dressed Simon's coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble...

It's simpler to believe in a miracle.

Somewhere over the darkened curve of the world the sun and moon were pulling; and the film of water on the earth planet was held, bulging slightly on one side while the solid core turned. The great wave of the tide moved further along the island and the water lifted. Softly, surrounded by a fringe of inquisitive bright creatures, itself a silver shape beneath the steadfast constellations, Simon's dead body moved out towards the open sea.

The deep sea breaking miles away on the reef made an undertone less perceptible than the susurration of the blood.

Softly, surrounded by a fringe of inquisitive bright creatures, itself a silver shape beneath the steadfast constellations, Simon's dead body moved out towards the open sea.

This dreadful eruption from an unknown world

In Hollywood, no one knows anything.

But when a girl gives a boy a dead squid - that had to mean something.

My heart was now a secret garden and the walls were very high.

I know something you do not know. I am not left-handed either.

Love is many things, none of them logical.

What's the handle, Zock?

Inigo loved him. Totally. Don't ask why. There really wasn't any one reason you could put your finger on. Oh, probably Domingo loved him back, but love is many things, none of them logical.

This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it. How is such a thing possible? I'll do my best to explain.