Quotes About Mystery

showed trees, sky, half a cat

would hear him. His lips barely moved, and then

confessional atmosphere of the dark

In a field. With the moon. And the dark. And the dirt. With your mouth. And just one word: god god god.

Should you chance to read it a second or third time, Wuthering Heights comes at you afresh, in part because the novel seems to vanish into its own delirious origins once you've finished it, leaving no footprints, and in part because it is a literary force of nature such as you've never encountered before.

You stole from a member of the undead

If this were a made-up story, it would begin at night, with a storm blowing and owls hooting and rattling noises under the bed.

The demons were scary, but girls - Well, girls are really terrifying

First of all, he said, with a sly smile, we have to kill you!

You stole a vampire's spider@ Steve shouted. You stole from a member of the undead!

The moon's a powerful mistress. She can reach through any wall or covering and work her wicked charms.

There are some things in life we can never understand, things we are better off not understanding.

I can give you two words, I tell him. The second is off. Can you guess the first?

Madam Octa —

dressed to kill Koyasan

I don't want to brag about how dumb I am, but this job is plain as astronomy to me. I understand everything about it except what you have done and why, and what you're trying to do and how.

The boy spoke two words, the first a short guttural verb, the second "you.

Listen, darling, tomorrow I'll buy you a whole lot of detective stories, but don't worry your pretty little head over mysteries tonight.

So that's the way you scientific detectives work. My god! for a fat, middle-aged, hard-boiled, pig-headed guy, you've got the vaguest way of doing things I ever heard of.

He opened the door wider. He's waiting. He gave me what was probably meant to be a significant wink, but a corner of his mouth moved more than his eye did and the result was a fairly startling face.

It's tough, him getting it like that. Miles had his faults same as the rest of us, but I guess he must've had some good points too.

I know a man who once stole a Ferris-wheel

Samuel Spade's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils curved back to make another, smaller, v. His yellow-grey eyes were horizontal. The V motif was picked up again by thickish brows rising outward from twin creases above a hooked nose, and his pale brown hair grew down--from high flat temples--in a point on his forehead. He looked rather pleasantly like a blond Satan.

The hell of it, Miss- Is your name Wonderly or Leblanc?' She blushed and murmured: 'It's really O'Shaughnessy - Brigid O'Shaughnessy