Quotes About Mystery

We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth-- we call it life.

Are you going to tell him what you told me? he asked. About how you solved the case? I don't know, Stevie said as her breath puffed out in front of her like a feather of rots. No. I don't know. Maybe. No. And if I stay, it's more time to get what I need - anything I can find to bolster the case. Well, Nate said, now that we belong to The Shining reenactment society, you might as well go for it. Last chance.

That message on the wall was someone telling her something. Someone wanted to play with her. So all right. She would play. Maybe she was anxious. Maybe she was untrained. But Steve Bell knew one thing about herself - once she had bitten in, tasted the mystery - she would not let go. She had gotten herself to this mountain. She could do this.

just mean that ours was the kind of town where bad things could happen and everything could remain under the surface. Something about it always felt . . . personal. Local. Something about finding that spot in the woods, being there at the right time, something about the timing of it all.

Okay. How about detectives? What about Sherlock Holmes?" Stevie rolled her eyes. "What's wrong with Sherlock Holmes?" Janelle asked. "Nothing is wrong with Sherlock Holmes," Stevie said. "But he's not a costume. He's . .

On all crime shows, it's usually the third person the cops interview. It's the one you sort of think it is. In life, the murderer is anyone. The reasons, the methods, the circumstances—the paths to becoming a murderer are as numerous as the stars. Understanding this is the first step to finding a murderer. You have to shut down the voices in your mind that say, "It has to be this person." Murderers aren't a type. They're anyone.

In his school photo, Edward had a rakish grin, like he knew something the others did not. A bit like David.

But my silence is real. If I hid it from you, you would find it again a little farther on.

The older I get the more grateful I am not to be told how everything comes out.

Of course, if my callers last night were supposed to get in touch with Ash, after killing me, he might be a little on edge, since the only way he might have heard from those guys since last night was if he'd been to a séance.

Evelyn : You were actually at Hamunaptra? Rick : Yeah, I was there. Evelyn : You swear? Rick : Every damn day.

background. Nancy had an antique brass bed. I had the feeling these girls weren't two of a kind. Meanwhile, I was going through things. The name she was using here was Glenna Cole, but I found identification cards of various sorts in several other names. The

Max Allan Collins

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Why did she marry you?" "I think she was fatigued by my importunities. She was not very strong. But it may be that she married me out of pique. She never told me. I did not inquire." "Yet you were very happy with her?" "While she lived, I was ideally happy.

Secrecy is a vacuum and nothing fills a vacuum like paranoid speculation.

I think the human mind isn't comfortable with mysteries. We're always looking for answers to the unexplained. And if an answer can't come from facts, we'll try to cobble one together from old stories.

exist in this h… I couldn't finish the word, even in my own head. It was a rude word, especially among those of my people who believed a place like this existed as punishment after death.

Its gold boots are, in fact, glowing." "Glowing with what?" "Can't say. Some sort of magic, I guess.

As the iron door swung open, I followed Summer into a plain, gray stone room that held the strangest object I'd ever seen by far. A giant frame, four by four of nothing but obsidian blocks. But instead of a picture, this frame encased a curtain of energy. At least, that's the best way I can describe it. Swirling, purplish pink eddies attracted glowing violet flakes that seemed to appear out of nowhere. And the sound: a high, echoing rasp. Was it breathing? Was it alive?

Although Sharon was found in the ruins of Wichita, there is no way of knowing where her story originally occurred.]

The burning beast suddenly vanished in a puff of smoke.

Before he goes into the water, a diver cannot know what he will bring back.