Quotes About Mystery

S]till the Pole Star leers down from the same place in the black vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey.

It can't be Miss Worlock

At the top of the mountain we are all snow leopards.

It was the kind of town that made you feel like Humphrey Bogart: you came in on a bumpy little plane, and, for some mysterious reason, got a private room with balcony overlooking the town and the harbor; then you sat there and drank until something happened.

Things are no longer what they seem to be. My telephones are haunted, and animals whisper at me from unseen places.

Timothy Leary and I kept the same hours. He believed, as I do, that "After midnight, all things are possible.

Some of them carry paralytic rabies, but it is hard to know which ones.

mad drinkers and men of strange arts.

More than ever before, they were wreathed in an aura of violent and erotic mystery Ã¢â'¬Â¦ brawling satyrs, ready to attempt congress with any living thing, and in any orifice.

For reasons that were never made clear, I blew out my back windows with five blasts of a 12-gauge shotgun, followed moments later by six rounds from a .44 Magnum. It was a prolonged outburst of heavy firing, drunken laughter and crashing glass. Yet the neighbors reacted with total silence.

And is it true? And is it true, This most tremendous tale of all… That God was Man in Palestine And lives today in Bread and Wine.   (John Betjeman, Christman)

In Hinduism] To find meaning in the mystery of existence is life's final and fascinating challenge. p53

Caterpillars were the nearest approach, in real life, to Edgar Allan Poe.

I luv the ded, this old baster sez to me when I wiz tryin to get some innfurmashin out ov him. You fukin old pervirt I sez, gettin a bit fed up by this time enyway, an slit his throate; ah asks you whare the fukin Sleeping Byootie woz, no whit kind of humpin you lyke.

They were here, and then they weren't, and that was all there was.

Just before the Clear Air Turbulence went back into warp and its crew sat down at the table, the ship expelled the limp corpse of Zallin. Where it had found a live man in a suit, it left a dead youth in shorts and a tattered shirt, tumbling and freezing while a thin shell of air molecules expanded around the body, like an image of departing life.

They talk, you know, the dead. Not in words, of course; I am not losing my sanity. They talk in the wind and the rain, in the way the light falls on ruined buildings and dilapidated stone walls.

Boia is trying to force Simon to talk. Nowak is trying to keep the exhibit a secret.

What puzzles me most is the disappearance of the Diatessaron and where it might be now.

Danger, like a third man, was standing in the room.

The naked man who lay splayed out on his face beside the swimming pool might have been dead.

Hm,' said Bond. 'Bogeyman stuff.

There had been something very disquieting about the dinner-table downstairs. It had been laid for only three people.

Garch ahar?