Quotes About Mystery

At first all she could see was a tiny shadowy shape in the corner by the door. She tiptoed out of bed to have a closer look. It was little and dirty and a tad smelly. The dusty floorboards creaked a little under her weight. The tiny thing turned around. It was a rat.

But how had he died? Zoe knew that Gingernut was very young, even in hamster years. Could this be a hamster murder? she wondered. But what kind of person would want to murder a defenceless little hamster? Well, before this story is over, you will know. And you will also know that there are people capable of doing much, much worse. The most evil man in the world is lurking somewhere in this very book. Read on, if you dare…

A man. A dead man. A dead man with no arms.

Hey." He glanced away from her, instead looking down at the coffin. He looked back at her and raised his eyebrows. "Want a peek?

May your wonder always exceed your certainty.

Scientists talk about dark matter, the invisible, mysterious substance that occupies the space between stars. Dark matter makes up 99.99 percent of the universe, and they don't know what it is. Well I do. It's apathy. That's the truth of it; pile together everything we know and care about in the universe and it will still be nothing more than a tiny speck in the middle of a vast black ocean of Who Gives a Fuck.

And watch out for Molly. See if she does anything unusual. There's something I don't trust about the way she exploded and then came back from the dead like that.

Fred said, "Man, I think he's gonna make a fuckin' suit of human skin, using the best parts from each of us." "Holy crap," said John. "He'll be gorgeous.

Welcome to Undisclosed. Dreams Interpreted for Beer.

Miss," John interrupted. "We have reason to believe your dog was possessed by some kind of Hell demon. Has Molly ever spoken to you before?" Pause. "Who are you guys?" "Just answer the question. Please," John said. "Has there ever been any levitation?" "What? No." "Are you sure?" "Ma'am," I said, "if your dog was dabbling in the occult while you had her it's best you tell us now. We're experts.

if your dog was dabbling in the occult while you had her it's best you tell us now. We're experts.

Folding chairs were flying through the air as if propelled by dozens of invisible Bobby Knights.

Scientists talk about dark matter, the invisible, mysterious substance that occupies the space between stars. Dark matter makes up 99.99 percent of the universe, and they don't know what it is. Well I know. It's apathy.

John trotted up, carrying his satchel. "Yes. Wexler's gone. We need your car." "What? Why?" John circled around to the passenger-side door and said, "Car chase.

Our world," he said, "is far more advanced than yours. For reasons you'll understand shortly." A thin, bony naked woman entered the room, carrying two small, white kittens. She sat one of the fluffy cats in my lap and stuffed the other down my shirt. She turned and left. "There," said the large man. "The kittens will make your sad go away.

Falconer was wearing his street clothes—jeans, a black turtleneck and an empty shoulder holster under his armpit. Cowboy boots. Little bit of beard stubble. John wondered if the guy would walk from one end of the street to the other without winding up covered in bitches.

Nope. No idea.

Good. Anyway, Amy is missing and the scene is weird as shit. The situation has a real Lovecraft feel to it. Though, you know, if you come over it'll be more of an Anne Rice situation. If you know what I mean." "Who's—" "Because you're gay.

Close to it was an aquarium tank filled with a thick, yellowish substance that could have been slug slime and at the bottom was a wrinkled grayish mass that could have been a human brain or possibly a meat-loaf.

Are the most dangerous creatures the ones that use doors or the ones that don't?

CHAPTER 11 By the way . . . Looking back, if I had gone in and seen what was in the toolshed, I would have put a bullet in my own skull one minute later.

If you've actually seen a ghost—and I assure you that you probably have, within the last month—it would have just looked like any real, solid person. It's likely nobody saw that person but you and no, you can't photograph them. You're not seeing them with your eyes.

Scientists talk about dark matter, the invisible, mysterious substance that occupies the space between stars. Dark matter makes up 99.99 percent of the universe, and they don't know what it is. Well I know. It's apathy. That's the truth of it; pile together everything we know and care about in the universe and it will still be nothing more than a tiny speck in the middle of a vast black ocean of Who Gives A Fuck.

There was an incident," he said. "A series of incidents, I guess. A dead guy, another dead guy. Some drugs. It's kind of a long story.