Quotes About Mystery

Had the killer gotten to Iverson somehow? Was yet another person dead because of them?

The graveyard shift was his favorite time of night.

And those who were awake and walking the streets were a fascinating blend of the wild, the lost, and the forgotten. Very few of whom would be missed if they were to meet Allan in a dark alley.

Hey," he replied. "Got a light?" she asked, raising an unlit cigarette to her chapped lips.

Some time later, although Walter couldn't have guessed how long if he'd been paid to do so, he became aware of a warm, spicy, almost ambrosial smell.

There are only one or two repeats in the whole book. So that got me thinking polyalphabetic substitution.

It uses twenty-six substitution ciphers," he told her. "One for each letter of the alphabet. But the problem is that it requires a keyword to solve.

Try Reiden," he said. "My God," Walter said, putting his own food aside and grabbing the pencil.

Less than an hour later, Walter had most of the last page of the notebook deciphered.

Walter suddenly became aware of a strange chill seeping into his lower body.

Where the hell is Nina?

He took a sloshing step closer, fingers less than in inch from the undulating opening. That's when he heard a terrified scream.

Di cosa non son capaci di persuaderci, queste donne, quando si mettono d'accordo per lasciarci brancolare nel buio.

Strange, though, that we can never catch it in the act.

In a century which attempts to tear the heart out of every mystery, fashion guards its secret well, and is the best possible proof that there is still magic abroad.

Weil es so glamourös ist, das Herumstreunen an seltsamen Orten, wo einen absolut keiner kennt.

Die Frau mit dem [...] Tanz, die sich immernoch hin und her wiegt, die ist auch breit, und ich frage mich, ob sie das garnicht merkt, dass sie so seltsam versunken und wunderschön tanzt, und woher das wohl kommt, ob diese Art sich zu bewegen, schon in ihr drinnen ist oder ob das durch Drogen kommt.

Die Trichter Zwei Trichter wandeln durch die Nacht. Durch ihres Rumpfs verengten Schacht fließt weißes Mondlicht still und heiter auf ihren Waldweg u.s. w.

And as they spoke - lo and behold! - there was a knock at the door, and there stood a small, stout figure dressed in rusty black; and she said, 'Good evening, Mr and Mrs Brown, I am Nurse Matilda.

There's a witch under this hair.

Hey boy! / So don't even tell me your name / All I need to know is whose place / And let's get walking...

I am acutely aware that like a slip of paper in the wind, something in his nature eludes my grasp.

Though I lived with this man for my entire life, I never really knew him. He was like a frozen bay himself, I think—an icy crust, layers deep, above roiling water.

If you really want to know me, I said, we'll have to start with the witches.