Quotes About Mystery

He didn't want to think about the implications of this mysterious ability to see events that occurred in places where he wasn't physically present. What did they call it on those late night radio shows back in the twenty-first century? Oh yes, remote viewing.

We have grasped the mystery of the atom and we have rejected the Sermon on the Mount. The world has achieved brilliance without conscience, our world is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants.

And at that moment the alligators burst into the room.

Remind me why I took this job,' Kai muttered. 'People pointed guns at you. Right?' 'Yeah. Something like that.' 'And you like books.' She glanced sidelong at him. He flashed a quick, genuine smile at her. 'Yeah. That would be it.

Then the howling started. It was either hellhounds or teenagers, and she suspected the former.

Maybe someone who went round skinning and killing people (order as yet unspecified) was not concerned with making the universe a better place. Just a thought. Zero.

Now, tell me, Ray, why is it that a thing's always in the last place you look?" "The malice of inanimate objects," Irene answered.

Alberich was a figure out of nightmare. He was the one Librarian who'd betrayed the Library and got away with it and was still somewhere out there.

She'd always wondered, or even daydreamed, what it was like to actually work with great detectives, rather than just read about them. It was more annoying than she'd expected.)

Irene spread out her skirts and turned to watch the room, a smile pinned to her face. 'No, nothing going on here, absolutely normal. My friend here likes to stare into locks and wiggle bits of metal round in them; he does it every day and twice on Sundays...

She'd always wondered, or even daydreamed, what it was like to actually work with great detectives, rather than just read about them. It was more annoying than she expected.

Aubrey - "Apparently she wears a black leather catsuit and a golden mask." Irene - "Any details on the mask?" Aubrey - "I think people are usually too busy looking at the black leather catsuit.

She was in the Library. Not just any library, but the Library.

What she needed was a miracle. What she got was a dragon.

Maybe if Irene uses the Language—how did you get here? We're down in the far end of chaos.

Any details on the mask?" "I think people are usually too busy looking at the black leather cat-suit.

I've invited all the best people. Lords, ladies, authors, ambassadors, debauchers, grave-robbers, perverts, sorcerers, courtesans, deranged scientists, and doll-makers. And a few innocent socialites, of course, but generally I receive polite notes of refusal from their parents—or invitations to be horsewhipped.

The faint odour of rotting cheese suggested that sandwiches had been lost in the trackless wastes of paper and never found again.

She'd always loved the Holmes stories. And the Watson stories. And even the Moriarty stories.)

No language that I knew had any words to describe him.

What Vale didn't know, he had absolutely no idea about, but what he did know was usually fascinating.

The unknown is scary. It's unknown for a reason. That's why normal people don't go there.

Ed. Note: if this were a movie, OMINOUS BLACK CAR MUSIC would start here

One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife.