Quotes About Mystery

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

Nevertheless, life and death are mysterious states, and we know little of the resources of either.

Though many have tried, no one has ever yet explained away the decisive fact that science, which can do so much, cannot decide what it ought to do.

lifeless body, lying twisted and

ankles. The woman turned just once at the

behind closed doors. Yet Starlena had

She used to be a mathematician. Now she looks for omens and signs. At one time she thought math would clarify the world for her. She knew her link to real things was weak [...] She had hoped knowledge of mathematics, the world's rules, might strengthen her hold. But it did not. The world turned opaque and medieval, its every event mysterious. Now she uses a private mathematics, one made from omens and signs and dreams.

He is much too personable to be wholesome.

Look, Tad, you're quite sure that you have no idea, even in the back of your mind, where Bill could have been staying?" "I haven't got a back to my mind. I have just a small, narrow space in front where I keep all that's useful to me. A few telephone numbers and a prayer or two.

The jury, having swallowed at one nauseating gulp the business of viewing the body, had settled into their places with that air of conscious importance and simulated modesty which belongs to those initiated into a mystery.

Ever seen the old conjurer's trick of a lady sawn in half? There's a strong aroma of sawn lady about this...don't you smell it?

Adrien, people get killed all the time. Since when is it your job to find out what happened to them?" "I'm not usually suspected of murdering them." "You have been as long as I've known you.

A Pause followed my greeting. Then, 'We're watching you,' whispered the voice on the other end. 'Yeah? Did you see what I did with my keys?

Then, like a born and bred asshole, he added to the sheriff, "He writes murder mysteries.

It was nearly five before Jake walked in. He was sunburnt, wet, and smelled faintly of fish. Sexy as hell. Don't ask me to explain.

Some guys say it with flowers," Tucker said. "I bring you arson reports.

Guy was saying, "What the hell is it about you that attracts murder and mayhem?" "Something in my body language?" He groaned. "That was bad—even for you.

It was dark." "I'd know you in the dark, Tucker." Tucker's eyes flashed up to meet Elliot's. He said curtly. "Yeah. I'd know you too.

They met at one of the Bouchercon mystery conferences. Love among the midlist. "It's raining cats and dogs!" Ted announced, which gives you an idea of the sort of thing they write.

So you're like a ... an amateur sleuth?" "God no. I'm more like the hapless guys in those film-noir flicks we used to watch. I keep getting tangled up in bizarro events." "Oh yes?" His eyes lit with enthusiasm. I was speaking his language now. "Guy Pearce in L.A. Confidential or William Hurt in Body Heat ?" "I was thinking more like Woody Allen in Play It Again, Sam .

I've never been able to ascertain exactly what Angus is studying at UCLA. Library Science or Demonology 101?

All you had to do was flip through a couple of titles in the cozy-mystery section to know that evil lurked in the cutest, quaintest corners of the universe.

No outsider can understand a relationship between two people.' Hell, sometimes even the people in the relationship couldn't understand it.

He wore a white raincoat, looking as suave as Shaft at a New Orleans funeral.