Quotes About Mystery

Why are all these masks winking? Jason pointed around the room with his fork. The loremaster dabbed at his mouth with a frilled purple napkin. One eye is open to all truth, the other closed to all deception.

They would probably search for him all over the zoo—the last place he'd been seen. He wondered if any evidence would implicate the hippo.

Tell me about your friends. I hardly knew them. The one who ran off with the girl is named Christopher Columbus. Tall guy. Really skinny. Green hair. Fangs. Six fingers on his left hand. About a hundred years old. Lots of wrinkles. I trust you are enjoying yourself. the commander sneered.

Sometimes powerful magic is accomplished by simple means.

Any of the nearby volumes might hold information about hippopotamus portals or contain hints about how he might get home.

Did you design the door?' 'No.' 'Who did? The Unknown Designer?

The stupidest word Jason could have imagined. Utter nonsense. Supposedly it would unmake Maldor. He repeated the odd syllables in his mind, varying the inflection. If it failed, he could always try supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

He was just . . . gone. He had been there a moment before. He was being so brave. And then he didn't know me. He's been taken someplace. We don't know where.

Hanover House?" "That, or it's possible someone just thinks it's funny. But if I find out who that someone is, I'm going to make them awfully sorry." He stepped back and told his dog to go inside with her. "Makita will stay with you until I check things out." She nodded and closed the door so that Makita wouldn't be tempted to follow

What was one more skeleton in an already crowded closet?

That the child she bore him had lived only six months—and died under mysterious circumstances, circumstances that made him suspect she might have had something to do with it?

Algunas veces es mejor no saber.

People just... disappear, he says. The Earth just opens up and swallows people, I say, some what sadly, checking my Rolex. Eerie. Kimball yawns, stretching. Really eerie. Ominous. I nod my agreement. It's just- he sights, exasperated- futile.

I'm also staring at the fortune cookie. Its got a lot of blood on it and I shrug and say, as jovially as I can, Oh, you know me.

There was something beneath the surface of things.

Who Dunnit?' profoundly expresses the theme of confusion against a funky groove, and what makes this song so exciting is that it ends with its narrator never finding anything out at all.

So…" Kimball looks at his book helplessly. "There's nothing you can tell me about Paul Owen?" "Well." I sigh. "He led what I suppose was an orderly life, I guess." Really stumped, I offer, "He… ate a balanced diet.

The romance of Creator and creation is far more wonderful and profound than anyone can ever capture in words.

We must, therefore, never underestimate our power to be wrong when talking about God, when thinking about God, when imagining God—whether in prose or in poetry. Romano

though one can talk significantly about God one can only do so by saying what God is not.

I've seen things you wouldn't believe, and I believe in things you can't see.

On this particular expedition, we shall travel to a vast desolate, white expanse stretching onward to the horizon in all directions... A place where you could gain nothing or lose everything and no one would ever know. A place well-beyond that which you think you understand.

Do you know what they say about the deep, deep snow?" "What?" "It hides every secret. It covers every sin.

The knife was warm, heated by the dying man's severed entrails.