Quotes About Mystery

He found copies of Stan's columns.

The operator whispered something in the man's ear.

Are you saying that a person is entitled to their secrets?" "Of course they are." She looked at him then, in a funny way, and he didn't much like it. "Do you have secrets?" she asked him.

Myron turned around. It was Linda Coldren. Her head was wrapped in a semi-babushka and she wore dark sunglasses. Greta Garbo circa 1984. She opened her purse. "I forwarded the home phone here," she whispered, pointing to a cellular phone in the purse. "Mind if I sit down?" "Please do," Myron said. She

He led her past a beaded curtain and into a private back room. The room was gold and green and looked like a Midwest cheerleader uniform had inspired the décor. "You

Win's phone rang. He picked it up and said, "Articulate. Okay, put it through." Two seconds later he handed the phone to Myron. "For me?" Myron asked. Win gave him flat eyes. "No," he said. "I'm handing you the phone because it's too heavy for me." Everyone

What do you want?" I asked. No one answered. The van pulled to a quick stop around the corner. The big Asian guy slid in, and the van started up again. He bent down, gazing at me with what looked like mild curiosity. "Why were you at the park?" he asked me. His voice threw me. I had expected something growling or menacing, but his tone was gentle, high-pitched, and creepily childlike.

So this is your secret locale?" He shrugged. "Why here?" Then, thinking about it: "Wait, I get it. Because it's so off the radar, right?" "That," Berleand agreed, "and I like looking at naked women." He

Ray could be in serious trouble. Ray could be serious trouble. She

But how did you even know about it?" "Pardon?" "My daughter didn't say anything about calling the police. So how would you know . . . ?" She stopped. Her mind traveled down a few possible paths. All of them were pretty dark. "Mrs.

bent down closer to

Matt understood human nature. Check that. He understood subhuman nature. He had seen the Fates curse him and his family enough to come up with an explanation or, if you will, an anti-explanation for all that goes wrong: In sum, there is no explanation. The

So add up all the new clues and… Broome didn't have a clue. And

asked Squares to

Do you know where he went earlier that day?" Tawny shook her head. The stale stench of hairspray and regret wafted toward him.

Are you Fester?" The man had forearms like marble columns at the Acropolis. The beer mug looked like a shot glass in his enormous hand. "Who wants to know?" "Who do you think? Me.

downstairs, she heard

The secret is honey.

There were only two: the husband and the fey weirdo in black. Dimonte noted that the husband appeared distraught, though that could be an act. But first things first. Dimonte

People on the outside think there's something magical about writing…

None of us knew why AM had saved five people, or why our specific five, or why he spent all his time tormenting us, nor even why he had made us virtually immortal …

When I leave here, will this shop vanish the way they do in the stories?" "I'm afraid so, yes." "Why do they always do that?" The old man sighed. "You know, you're the first one who ever asked me that." But

Wallace) Stevens turns to the idea of the weather precisely as the religious idea turns to the idea of God.

Wallace) Stevens turns to the idea of the weather precisely as the religious man turns to the idea of God.