Quotes About Mystery

I mean, that number on the wall for a start! What sort of person bludgeons someone to death and then wastes time painting cryptic messages for the police to find?

Whodunnits are all about truth: nothing more, nothing less. In a world full of uncertainties, is it not inherently satisfying to come to the last page with every i dotted and every t crossed? The stories mimic our experience in the world. We are surrounded by tensions and ambiguities, which we spend half our life trying to resolve, and we'll probably be on our own deathbed when we reach that moment when everything

That's top secret." Mrs. Jones gestured with one hand. "But I'll tell you anyway.

free wine and food were worth having even if they had no idea who had actually died.

You must have been sickened when you got an invitation to a literary festival sponsored by Spin-the-wheel.com. I assume they were the same people who killed William.

Anthony Horowitz

warned him against your play. I said that it was too peculiar for a modern audience and that nobody would understand what you were trying to get at. Is it a comedy? Is it a thriller? What is it, exactly? But he had complete faith in you, and now you turn up with your detective friend and cast aspersions on a man who is absolutely blameless and wouldn't dream of hurting anyone.

There was something wrong about the house in Eastfield Terrace. Something unpleasant.

Victorian novel, perhaps something by Wilkie Collins.

Anthony Horowitz

Murder and cigarettes. That about summed him up.

She was the woman who had been left £100,000 in Richard Pryce's will. So she was part of the triangle that included Pryce and Lockwood! That had to mean something.

Anthony Horowitz

All that was missing was the hookah and the belly dancers. Charles le Mesurier was sitting in

The moon had risen over Tawleigh-on-the-Water but somehow the soft wash of the light only made the little harbour town seem all the darker.

thought for a moment. A very public threat from a well-known feminist writer. A mysterious message in green paint. An incredibly expensive bottle of wine.

Because like it or not, both of them have died in unusual circumstances almost within twenty-four hours of one another, Mrs Taylor. And Long Way Hole seems to be the one thing that connects them.

And why would three old university friends who only saw each other occasionally for adventure holidays have suddenly come to blows?

Atticus Pünd had often said that there were no coincidences when you were investigating a crime. 'Everything in life has a pattern and a coincidence is simply the moment when that pattern becomes briefly visible.

Anthony Horowitz

The Mystery of Edwin Drood

The word is murder.

Why is it that we have such a need for murder mystery and what is it that attracts us – the crime or the solution? Do we have some primal need of bloodshed because our own lives are so safe, so comfortable?

Even the brightest sunlight could hide many dark and ugly secrets.