Quotes About Mystery

How the hell do you wake up dead?

Death is funny, when you think about it. Everybody does it, but nobody knows how, exactly how.

The Yankees are only interested in one thing, and I have no idea what that is.

Yes. The whole point about laughter is it's like mercury: you can't catch it, you can't catch what motivates it - that's why it's funny.

There are a lot of mysterious things about boats, such as why anyone would get on one voluntarily.

?Why,? he began slowly, ?is Victor Dashkov joining us?? ?Well, it?s kind of a funny story . . .?

I've come to ask you where Seth is." "Funny," said Andrea. "We were going to ask you the same thing." I was taken aback. "How would I know?" They both just stared. "I don't!

You two were in a cave together?' said Miss Simpkins in horror.'Yes, ' said Kate, 'and it was very, very dark.

Jackass, jackass on the wall, where's the info on Hex Hall?

Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl

Yes she met with a slight accident involving a stake." Ash said "funny how that happens sometimes...

Don't you just hate that, you meet a girl she seems pretty nice, you tell all your friends and before you know it she turns out to be a vampire, don't you just hate it when that happens?

It may be prodigious, but it's all Greek to me!

Maggie wasn't without her concerns, though. "What if he's crazy?""Yeah, that's a definite possibility, " he agreed."What if he's not your type?""Then we'll only hook up in dark places.

Now me, " said Mr. Vandemar."What number am I thinking of?" "I beg your pardon?" "What number am I thinking of?" repeated Mr. Vandemar. "It's between one and a lot, " he added, helpfully.

Who is this repulsive dwarf?

It seems the only thing that can rob you of your formidable powers of inquisition is the sight of me without a shirt on.

Did Cap'n Vidious leave that? He is such a cuddlebunny." "Yeah, " I said, "that's exactly how I'd describe him.

People don't just appear on the beach unless they're demigods or gods or really, really lost pizza delivery guys. (It's happened—but that's another story.)

Though everyone in the bar knew who he was, no one asked him about the death, though one old man did rustle his newspaper suggestively.

Crime writers, I've noticed, can be jumpy. They live in a world where there are murderers on the loose and they haven't been caught yet!

Ala!" Echo sprang to her feet, legs tangled in the sheets. The Ala was here. The Ala had brought food. The Ala was a goddess

BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.

Werewolves and silver bullets!" Shakespeare coughed a quick laugh and shook his head. "Lord, what fools these mortals be!