Quotes About Mystery

a dangerous heat came off of her, murky and wild, like a swamp.

Like the night mist twining itself about the hills and hollows of the land, he enfolded her then, his mouth softly fierce upon her lips, her breasts, her belly as he led her up a wending mountain path of the Northland, past fairy rings and elfin trees to a place where Thor's hammer, Mjöllnir, split the heavens asunder, and Rhowenna knew she soared higher than the gods in Asgard before floating gently back to earth, to drift like a swan upon a wild Northland mere

I've got access to your mysterious body but not your mysterious soul. Souls seem to me the loneliest possibility of all.

It's always been a thing. Like, I don't touch my belly button. That's something nobody knows about me.

We're really just the frosting on a cake and we don't know what's inside the cake.

Coming to Canada, I'd really like to see Sasquatch.

What can be shown, cannot be said.

Witchery is merely a word for what we are all capable of.

The Zodiac letters from 1978 on were driven to Sacramento in a cardboard box, and these letters have never been refrigerated, which, for letters going back - what? - 30 years almost is a must for DNA.

Spending a week aboard an aircraft carrier as a 10-year-old was pretty wild. I wandered into the war room - I'm still not exactly sure what that is, but apparently it's not a place that a 10-year-old should be. I remember them paging my dad to have him come get me out of the war room.

I was always obsessed with crime, crime shows, anything to do with unsolved cold cases.

I know it's not cat food, but what exactly is it that they put inside of tinned ravioli?

Of course, it's a dream to go to Mars. I want to find out whether there was life there or not. And if there was, then why did it die out? What sort of catastrophe happened?

My husband has said even he doesn't know my politics. In the nonromantic-compliment category, that's a good one.

I have the life of seven cats.

I'm definitely caught up in the Kool-Aid of true-crime stories.

I seem to enjoy telling stories with a central absence, with a lacuna tunnelled into them.

I am one of maybe three people in the world who knows anything about Robert W. Chambers.

I love playing characters that have secrets.

I could not understand how it could move under its own power. And when it had driven past me, without even thinking why I found myself chasing it down the road, as hard as I could run.

One of my biggest peeves is when the writer hasn't given you enough information to figure everything out. You should be able to go back to the beginning of 'Gone Girl,' after you've already read it and you know everything, and say, 'Check - check - yes, she gave us that information.'

I like everything that is wrong about Chicago.

I don't claim to have all the answers about how the afterlife works.

To me, superhero movies are like Greek myth.