Quotes About Mystery

Your ghost,' she said, 'Nicholas Nickleby. Do you think he might still be at the crime scene?' 'How should I know?' I said. 'I don't even believe in ghosts.

I headed over the river to the address listed on Mr Wilkinson's driving licence to see whether there was anyone who loved him enough to kill him.

Well, our victim had a thirst for knowledge," said Stephanopoulos. "He was a student at St. Martins College.

The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. Eden Phillpotts 'A Shadow Passes' (1919)

When I'm considering this I find it helpful to quote the wisdom of my father, who once told me, "Who knows why the fuck anything happens?

Abigail stared suspiciously at Lesley. "Why are you wearing a mask?" she asked. "Because my face fell off," said Lesley. Abigail considered this for a moment and then nodded. "Okay," she said.

There's always a secret door," I said. "That's why you always need a thief in your party.

Zach Palmer, who was half human and half—we weren't really sure what, including the possibility that the other half might be human as well.

Inside, it was very dark but I am, if not exactly a master, then definitely an apprentice in the secret arts. And as such I laugh in the face of darkness.

Seen something?" asked Nightingale, making me jump. "Jesus Christ," I said. "Not on this river," said Nightingale. "Not even Blake thought that was possible." We

Who knows why the fuck anything happens?

I'd tell you, but then you'd have to section me," I said.

Typically, a constable only sits in the Commissioner's anteroom when he's been very brave or very stupid, and I really couldn't tell which one applied to me.

Nobody knows why some systems—rivers, forests, possibly the London Underground but we're not sure—acquire a genius loci. Not even the genii locorum themselves know the why and the how of it—they only know it happens.

Do you know what happened to the last police officer who made a joke about DS Stephanopoulos?" "No, what did happen to him?" "Nobody else knows either

What do you see when you look at me like that?" she asked. I didn't have a good answer, so I went for honesty instead. "I don't know," I said. "Everything. That's what I see—everything." "You think I'm that huge, then?" she said. "I am woman, I contain multitudes. All shall look upon me and despair." "Shall I compare thee to a giant squid," I said. "Thou art more lovely and less tentacled.

It started at one thirty on a cold Tuesday morning in January when Martin Turner, Street performer and, in his own words, apprentice gigolo, tripped over a body in front of the West Portico of St. Paul's at Covent Garden. Martin, who was none too sober himself

We stopped and listened. Just on the cusp of hearing I detected a rhythmic pounding, more a vibration in the concrete than a sound. 'Drums,' I said and then because I couldn't resist it. 'Drums in the deep.' 'Drum and Bass in the deep,' said Kumar.

Round and round and round we go and where we stop nobody knows.

You do magic by learning formae which are like shapes in your mind that have an effect on the physical universe.

And where it all came from was a mystery, I thought. Like the changing of the seasons and the tides of the sea.

Could it have been anyone, or was it destiny? When I'm considering this I find it helpful to quote the wisdom of my father, who once told me, "Who knows why the fuck anything happens?

He was sure that police box hadn't been there before.

She was spontaneously created by the midichlorians,' I said. Both women gave me blank looks. 'Never mind.