Quotes About Mystery

They say (she had read somewhere) that no one ever disappears, up in the atmosphere, stratosphere, whatever you call space--atoms infinitely minute, beyond conception of existence, are up there forever, from the whole world, from all time.

Before the next minute had passed, they had all fallen to the ground. Just like that. As though someone had reached inside and turned off a switch. What happened? Matt asked, gasping. I went from one person to the next, trying to wake them up, but they were all dead, wrote Daft Donald.

Don't talk about that!

He says you freed him, Thorgil said with a face like a thundercloud. I did. Wait a minute. How did you know what he said?... You're like Sigurd. You got dragon's blood in your mouth.

The woman shucked Matt out of his shorts before he knew what was happening and dumped him inside.

Don't talk about that!" cried Celia so sharply that María hugged the pillow and stared goggle-eyed at the woman. "Don't say anything about El Patrón! Shoo!

Matt kept himself from shining the flashlight on him.

In fact, without believable and interesting characters, you don't really have fiction at all. You may have names walking through plot, but without the essential animation of character, a historical novel becomes mostly a history text, a mystery becomes a police report, and science fiction becomes a speculative monograph. Literary fiction simply becomes unread. Character

The fact that there are some things (many things!) that God knows that we don't is what makes Him God and us human.

indeed, with the Radletts, you never could tell. Why, for instance, would Victoria bellow like a bull and half kill Jassy whenever Jassy said, in a certain tone of voice, pointing her finger with a certain look, Fancy? I think they hardly knew why, themselves.

John le Carré's Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy in many ways defines the spy genre; it introduces the grand theme of ferreting out the Russian agent high up in British intelligence.

have chemicals in my body?! Why? What are they doing in there?

La noche de la ciudad no tenía el brillo de la luna o de las estrellas; solo algunos retazos de luz amarillenta procedente de los escaparates se reflejaban en el pavimento, tornando la oscuridad todavía más negra.

Wielki Sherlock Holmes pyta mnie o przemy?lenia? Niestety, nie mog?am mu nic zaoferowa?. By?am, b?d? co b?d?, dziewczyn? o minimalnej obj?to?ci czaszki.

ABCDE FGHIJ KLMNO PQRST UVWXYZ And each part has five letters, except the last; but Z is used so seldom that it can be lumped together with Y. I then wrote my real message to Mum

I deal in magic and mayhem.

And on the wedding contract, before me and my parents and the rabbi, and Wanda and Sergey for our witnesses, in silver ink he signed his name. But I won't ever tell you what it is.

It turns out that magical mice high on incense are really good at not being caught.

The Wood knew I was here: even now its creatures were moving towards me, stealthy padding feet through the forest, walkers and wolves and worse things still. I suddenly was sure that there were things that never left the Wood at all, things so dreadful no one had ever seen them. And they were coming.

There had been something gentle in her, a pool of magic, not a running stream that had washed away all the ordinary parts of her life.

I thought I could smell the sorcery in him, a sharp pungent mix of cinnamon and pepper and resin of pine, and deep below it burning woodsmoke.

Her beautiful face was blank as an unwritten book.

Then she'd straightened up and announced in irritation, "I've fallen out of time," before vanishing in a great cloud of smoke.

There were forest depths in her eyes, green and unending.