Quotes About Mystery

How dare he fall in love with his own wife! -Salai

For the novelist or poet, for the scientist or artist, the question is not where do ideas come from, the question is how they come. The how is the mystery. The how is fragile.

And he thought about the edge between the ninety percent and the ten percent. Sometimes that edge was cunning, and sometimes it was kind. Sometimes it was shabby. And sometimes it was heroic. But it was always mysterious. Definitely.

Finding a secret can make everything else unimportant, you know.

People may refer the sea as both feminine and masculine but I like to refer it as feminine because the moon effects the sea in the same way it does a women

Listen. This is the noise of myth. It makes the same sound as shadow. Can you hear it?

Have you ever gazed up into the infinity of space on a clear night, awestruck by the absolute stillness and inconceivable vastness of

Everything, a bird, a tree, even a simple stone, and certainly a human being, is ultimately unknowable. This is because it has unfathomable depth. All we can perceive, experience, think about, is the surface layer of reality, less than the tip of an iceberg.

The word Being explains nothing, but nor does God.

How can a single human cell measuring 1/1,000 of an inch in diameter contain instructions within its DNA that would fill 1,000 books of 600 pages each? The more we learn about the workings of the body, the more we realize just how vast is the intelligence at work within it and how little we know.

Homicide at its best stinks to high heaven because everyone walking this earth has a closet he'd prefer leaving closed and homicide rarely knocks before entering.

newspapers over his face.

I'm getting so I miss my morning coffee and corpse.

why was Weeks virtually

I am a very old man. How old I do not know. It is possible I am a hundred, maybe more. I cannot tell because I have never aged as other men do.

how a force of six or eight fight­ing men could have done so un­ob­served is be­yond me. We shall soon know, how­ev­er, for here comes the roy­al psy­chol­ogist.

There is much which I have left out; much which I have not dared to tell; but you will find the story of his second search for Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium, even more remarkable than was his first

the countless unnamed jewels of Mars

I shall have to believe even though I cannot understand

It is a strange tale and utterly Barsoomian.

To Jane the strange apparition of this god-like man was as wine to sick nerves.

Edgar Rice Burroughs

Magnifique! ejaculated the Countess de Coude, beneath her breath.

Edgar Rice Burroughs