Quotes About Mystery

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encounter on Aguereberry Point, Oxenwald is on the move again after less than an hour.

he pours three types of blood into the hole—cat, rat, and human.

She doesn't ask him about drones.

Not worried exactly, but puzzled, I went down to the dock

Oftentimes when God works, what happens makes no sense. It will all come together down the road. Trust me on this.

Prim and proper, a cat woman . . .Hmm, I was left to wonder. Possibly a librarian in her late forties or early fifties. In town for a special occasion? It certainly left me to ponder her story.

It didn't take her more than a couple of seconds to realize that Nolan treated his car the same way he treated his raincoat. The front and back seat were cluttered with empty paper cups, old newspapers and several paperback novels. Mysteries, she noted. The great Nolan Adams read mysteries. A container filled with loose change was propped inside his ashtray.

Scotty leaned across the table and whispered in a voice Travis wasn't supposed to have heard but did. "We've got to do something quick before Uncle Travis poisons us

Knowing the poison is never the same as knowing the killer.

It is a miracle, Claire. Whether it was performed by God himself or by the hands of doctors He created and guided, I won't call it anything

We are all bodies of water, guarding the mystery of our depths, but some of us have more to guard than others.

Their mystique comes from the fact that, once upon a time, someone cared enough to hide them.

last person besides her husband to see

There was nothing more satisfying than taking all the jumbled pieces and putting them together one by one to recreate the picture—the story—of the crime in question.

But how do you know that the whole world hasn't its meninges, or that there isn't a big or little spider living in some corner of space with threads extending everywhere?

Comment s'étaient-ils rencontrés? Par hasard, comme tout le monde. Comment s'appelaient-ils? Que vous importe? D'où venaient-ils? Du lieu le plus prochain. Où allaient-ils? Est-ce que l'on sait où l'on va? Que disaient-ils? Le maître ne disait rien; et Jacques disait que son capitaine disait que tout ce qui nous arrive de bien et de mal ici-bas était écrit là-haut.

The best doctor is the one you run to, but that you cannot find.

That world! These days it's all been erased and they've rolled it up like a scroll and put it away somewhere. Yes, I can touch it with my fingers. But where is it?

We can't always tell the whole story about ourselves.

The women were blank, shining areas with photographs of sad girls floating in them.

It was there. It was. The long walk down the hall. The door opening. The beautiful stranger. The torn moon mended. Our fingers touching away the tears. It was there.

She was a woman, a traitor, and a killer. Males and females wanted her. But I was the only one who ever could have loved her.

Her midriff bare, like the denizen...of some pampering seraglio.