Quotes About Mystery

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Why don't we all have a seat?" he said. "Who the hell are you?" Chick asked. He turned his cringingly gentle smile toward Chick. "I'm Lionel." Chick

They watched in rapt silence as the car window lowered. The angle was a bit odd—above the car and from the machine's point of view—but there was no doubt. Chad Coldren was the driver. He leaned out the window and put his card in the ATM machine slot. His fingers tripped across the buttons like an experienced stenographer's. Young

Any video of the killer?" "I can't tell you more." "I would say, 'can't or won't,' but that's such a hoary cliché." She

If you like a story that's totally different and won't know which way it's going... where it's go ing to end up and which way it's going to take you, then I think my work fits the bill.

We account for one-sixth of the forces of gravity we see in the universe. There is no known objects accounting for most of the effective gravity in the universe. Something is making stuff move that is not anything we have ever touched.

There's so much more danger in someone where you really don't know what they're going to do, and you don't know what they're really capable of, rather than someone who's trying to be physically tough.

I find the function of the brain incredibly fascinating, and it's like trying to crack the toughest, most complicated problem there is.

Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.

I guess I have an affinity towards darkness, the dark side.

I started writing short stories. I tried writing horror, mystery, science fiction. I joined a little critique group here in town and ran my stories past them. After about three years, I tackled my first novel, Subterranean. It took me 11 months to write.

The secrets of small towns have fascinated writers and readers since the first psychological thriller was penned.

When I was growing up, my stepmother's sister was the chief detective in one of the adjoining towns, so she piqued my interest in crime.

I prefer to work with mystery, but that doesn't work well in an academic environment. They want you to analyze what you're doing, which is toxic to the creative process for people like me.

We can trace things back to the earlier stages of the Big Bang, but we still don't know what banged and why it banged. That's a challenge for 21st-century science.

The most difficult crime to track is the one which is purposeless.

There's nothing more frustrating than when you hear a track and you can never find out what it is.

I don't think it's good for people to know too much about you. With my favourite bands, I don't want to have the inside track on every single aspect of their personal lives.

Once, the world was full of mysteries, some of them frightening, some of them wonderful, some of them merely fascinating. Now, it can be a banal and predictable place, the tracks of daily life so well-beaten and defined, our culture awash with the imbecile obvious, our existence suffocating in safety. But mysteries remain.

I have no definite talent or trade, and how I stay alive is largely a matter of magic.

Delaying and withholding tactics, red herrings, partial and doubtful outcomes are stock in trade for fiction writers, especially crime writers.

Together with the puzzle, Mozart gives you the solution.

I like density, not volume. I like to leave something to the imagination. The reader must fit the pieces together, with the author's discreet help.

Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light.