Quotes About Mystery

Do you know the runes on your sword are nonsense?" "Yes, but they look mysterious.

Her eyes sparkled. "You should try calling, 'Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.'" "I will kill you and nobody will find your body.

So we have giant super-smart vipers who slithered in here, killed our people, opened the vault, stole something from it, and slithered out, undetected?" "Appears so." "Okay. Just wanted to make sure it wasn't something dangerous.

Oh, I don't know. I might grow on you. She furrowed her pretty eyebrows. Like a cancer? Like a favorite vice.

Black hair, angelic face, and devil eyes.

He glanced up. His eyes were pure white. Great, his brights were on, but nobody was driving.

Marten blinked at me and said in a hushed voice, "Why are we hiding in the bathroom?" "We are not hiding. We're executing an evasive maneuver.

He looked like he needed some jungle ruins to explore or some bad people to hit with a chair. Trouble was, he was the bad people.

It a dude and a girl, and the house and wooo scary things happen and then they kill everything.

Either he fell asleep in his clothes, or he felt the need to be fully dressed at two o'clock in the morning for some nefarious reason. Leon didn't have any other kind of reasons.

He said he'd met a girl with stardust on her robe, and when he looked into her eyes, he saw the universe looking back.

Hi, Jim," I said. He didn't look at me. "The man wants to know what's going on. And he wants her at the Keep. Now." "Talking about yourself in the third person now, are we?" The bouda smiled.

The skull sat on top of an old Stop sign. Someone had painted the surface of the octagon white and written KEEP OUT across it in large jagged letters. A reddish-brown splatter stained the bottom edge, looking suspiciously like dried blood. I leaned closer. Yep, blood. Some hair, too. Human hair. Curran frowned at the sign. "Do you think he's trying to tell us something?" "I don't know. He's being so subtle about it.

Did you hear that? a woman asked. I crouched behind the growth. No. No, you didn't hear anything. Don't mind me, I'm not hiding the corpse of a nasty creature behind your flower bed. Nope. Nothing here but cute, fluffy bunnies scampering adorably into the night...

Did you blow up a kraken? Maybe. He laughed into the phone.

It was the kind of sky that called space pirates to their ships.

What is going on in your head?" "It's a dark, lawless place, Catalina. So dark.

Taste the undead rainbow.

The universe at large is full of questions that we still don't know anything about, and there will be always young people, brilliant, who are going to make new discoveries.

What's more enchanting than the voices of young people, when you can't hear what they say?

'Mandie and the Secret Tunnel' - the book and now the movie - pits a very young woman against forces she cannot control and events she cannot possibly know about. She's in way over her head, and you're pulling for her from the opening scene.

I love being scared, and I always have done. When I was younger, I was always reading books about the paranormal, UFOs, and crop circles. I liked the idea of people seeing faces in walls and twins that could communicate with each other telepathically. I really believed it, too!

I loved ninjas when I was younger.

Suppose that 'Unsolved Mysteries' called you with news of a long-lost identical twin. Would that suddenly make you less of a person, less of an individual? It is hard to see how. So, why would a clone be different? Your clone would be raised in a different era by different people - like the lost identical twin, only younger than you.