Quotes About Mystery

You don't want me. How could you? You know nothing about me.

She's not just any woman. I don't know, man. She hits buttons that a woman have never pushed for me.

Damn, but the man was sexy in a disdainful, you-annoy-me kind of way.

What was it about this woman that inspired such an overwhelming response in him? Maybe he'd never know. Maybe this was what happened when you met your other half.

How do you explain why the sun rises every morning? How do you explain the stars in the sky? How do you understand why no two snowflakes are alike? Some things just are, baby. And this is one of them. I can't give you pretty, dressed-up answers that are so polished they don't even sound sincere. I can only tell you that for me, it's you. It's always going to be you and nobody else. Fuck explaining it. I don't need an explanation. I just need you.

How do you explain why the sun rises every morning? How do you explain the stars in the sky? How do you understand why no two snowflakes are alike? Some things just are, baby. And this is one of them. I can't give you pretty, dressed up answers that are so polished they done even sound sincere. I can only tell you that for me, it's you. It's always going to be you and nobody else. Fuck explaining it. I don't need an explanation. I just need you.

Why would John bother using windows or doors like a normal person? Why would he bother to say hello? Just poof . Crunch. Bye.

Jesse, this is Craig. Craig, Jesse. You two should get along. Jesse's dead, too.

Why does anyone commit murder?' he asked in a low voice. 'I-'I blinked.'How should I know?' 'Three reasons,' Christopher said. He held up one finger. 'Love.' Another finger. 'Revenge.' And finally, a third finger. 'Profit...

I thought about telling him the truth: 'Oh, nothing. Just having my soul exorcised so I can roam around purgatory, looking for the ghost of the dead cowboy who used to live in my bedroom.

It's simple, really, Alaric Wulf said. Lucien Antonescu is the prince of darkness. Jon nodded. Yeah, he said. We know. He's got a castle and stuff.

Escape from the realm of the dead is impossible. She's not dead. Not this time.

Once we were outside, I was so excited I could hardly stand it. "Grandmère!" I yelled. "What'd you say to them? What'd you say to convince them to let me go?" But Grandmère just laughed in this scary way and said, "I have my ways." Boy, did I ever not hate her then.

On the other hand, if these four-Mr. Graces, the brutish Frank, the mysterious Mr. Liu, and rude little Henry-were the only company John had had for a hundred and sixty-odd years, it explained a lot about his brooding.

They really do look gold.How is that even possible?How can someone have golden eyes?

Be like Grace: Wear large, dark glasses and a filmy scarf over your hair next time you go out in public. People will totally wonder who the mysterious beauty is, standing in line behind them at Blockbuster.

Exit our Miss Mel. Exit Friend Tim. When I glanced over my shoulder, Max Friedlander had disappeared—a remarkable feat, considering that there was nowhere on that side of the hole for him to go except into the Chronicle building. But he can't have gone in there. His soul would have been ripped instantly from his body while demons sucked out his life force.

Tendrils of fog crept along the cliffside we were climbing down, gathering thickly in the dips the trail made, swirling whenever I set my foot down in it, as if it were recoiling at the prospect of touching me. I tried not to think about movies I'd seen in which horrible things happened to people out in such heavy fog. You know the movies I'm talking about.

He knew Carolina de Silva.

That was the thing about Will Price, though: those good looks of his were deceptive. They'd managed to fool many, many people into thinking he was a sweet guy—a guy like the heroes he wrote about in his books, who lived only to adore and worship women . . . until he killed them off in some tragic freak accident, leaving the heroine brokenhearted but "stronger for having known what real love was." Barf.

I staggered into the bathroom to change into my pj's - hey, I was pretty sure Jesse wasn't spying on me, but he still hadn't told me how he'd died, so I wasn't taking any chances. He could have been hanged, you know, for Peeping Tomism, which I believed happened occasionally a hundred and fifty years ago.

How about y'all take a seat now, and let's get right to business,' Muffy says as she tucks her cream-colored skirt beneath her in a ladylike manner. We all do as she suggested and take a seat, with the exception of Special Agent Lancaster, who declares he'd prefer to stand. I suppose if he sat down, the stick up his butt would lodge so deeply into his brain that he would instantly expire, and then we'd have another corpse on our hands, so it's just as well.

He was beautiful, and careful, and had a smile that could make the devil spit with envy.

On a whiteboard, a detective had written Tips called in: 452. Tips cleared: GET TO WORK.