Quotes About Mystery

Silverfish: He disappeared a few years ago. Disappeared? How? said Cuddy. We think, said Silverfish, leaning closer, that he found a way of making himself invisible. Really? Because, said Silverfish, nodding conspiratorially, no-one has seen him.

You're wondering whether I really would cut your throat, panted Magrat. I don't know either. Think of the fun we could have together, finding out

REMIND ME AGAIN, he said, HOW THE LITTLE HORSE-SHAPED ONES MOVE.

Wow-Wow Sauce, a mixture of mature scumble, pickled cucumbers, capers, mustard, mangoes, figs, grated wahooni, anchovy essence, asafetida and, significantly, sulfur and saltpetre for added potency. Ridcully inherited the formula from his uncle who, after half a pint of sauce on a big meal one evening, had a charcoal biscuit to settle his stomach, lit his pipe and disappeared in mysterious circumstances, although his shoes were found on the roof the following summer.

She had found them lodgings in The Shades, an ancient part of the city whose inhabitants were largely nocturnal and never inquired about one another's business because curiosity not only killed the cat but threw it in the river with weights tied to its feet.

It was like ... like wizardry, but without the wizards and the mess.

Just because it's a mild night doesn't mean that dark forces aren't abroad. They're abroad all the time. They're everywhere. They always are. That's the whole point.

Midnight glided across the landscape like a velvet bat.

magic has a habit of lying low, like a rake in the grass.

Wizards, like cats, can see Death.

Sonata for Thunderstorm, Trapdoors and Young Women in Skimpy Clothing.

Scuse me, 'scuse me," said a voice from beside him. He looked down this time at a dirty, half-scorched cat, who grinned at him. "Did that cat just speak?" asked the mayor. Maurice looked around. "Which one?" he said. "You! Did you just talk?" "Would you feel better if I said no?" said Maurice.

In some parts of the city, curiosity didn't just kill the cat, it threw it in the river with lead weights tied to its feet.

Magia jednak ma w zwyczaju czeka? w ukryciu, niby grabie le??ce w trawie.

It had, however, been declared by his own physician to be a case of natural causes. Bentzen had gone to see the man and explained that falling down a flight of steps with a dagger in your back was a disease caused by an unwise opening of the mouth.

There was a click. There was a noise like a partridge. There was a thud. There was silence.

The desert wasn't mappable. It ate map-makers.

He'd have been a little bit happier if there'd been a demon or some sort of magic. Something simple and understandable. He didn't like the idea of meddling in science.

But magic has a habit of lying low, like a rake in the grass.

You're hearing things said the voice in Rincewind's head.

It's witchcraft with all the crusts cut off, and real witchcraft is ALL crusts.

There is a phrase neither flesh nor fowl nor good red herring. This thing was all of them, plus some other bits of beasts unknown to science or nightmare or even kebab. There was certainly some red, and a lot of flapping, and Nutt was sure he caught a glimpse of an enormous sandal...

I wonder what happened to 'em all? You, said the horse. Well, yes. But I always thought there'd be some more.

It had to be Death. No-one else went around with empty eye sockets and, of course, the scythe over one shoulder was another clue.