The criminal is the creative artist; the detective only the critic.

Roarke: The bodies of the three men were found floating in the Chattahoochee River.Eve: I think it’d be embarrassing to be dead in the Hoochie-Coochie River.Roarke: ChattahoocheeEve: What’s the difference?Roarke: Quite a bit, I’d think.

I stepped on the bug to prove I love her, and show that I’d kill for her. Is there really any mystery as to why the guy she was talking to before me just disappeared...

Find my weak points, but more importantly, find yours.

You gonna take the case?”It’s not a case. It’s a missing person. Sort of.”You’re gonna have a devil of a time finding him if it was aliens,” Grandma said.

There is justice in the world, Peter Lake, but it cannot be had without mystery.

I don’t correct her to let her know her backdoor wisdom yanks me deep into another country, where water runs uphill.

Every man who begets a free act projects his personality into the infinite. If he gives a poor man a penny grudgingly, that penny pierces the poor man’s hand, falls, pierces the earth, bores holes...

Here,there,every where

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.

The true mystery of the universe is a moment of time, not dark matter or energy.

What am I to God? Nothing, a murky shadow. My passage on this earth is too rapid to leave any traces; it counts for nothing in space or in time. God really doesn’t pay any...

Trust no one. You may be working with the last honest cop in Mexicali, but why bet your life on it?

We betray our modern arrogance and forget the place of mystery in God’s dealing with us.

If it’s any consolation, Princess, I think he’s a supercilious, salacious sap.””You’ve been reading the dictionary!””My only hope of comprehending your conversation, my petite sesquipedalian.

The tale of a righteous leftist – THE BRAND DEMAND

There are things which couldn’t be expressed by the words,when you’ve mastered certain lesson for more than 30 years.

The utter unbroken silence was more appalling than any ominous noise, than the loudest yells of anguish, than the most piercing screaming…Dead silence.Literally dead.

Suddenly the images in the center of the room became more than images. They solidified.

Alice will always be a beautiful mystery. It is one I am content not to solve.I can love her now in her lovely darkness.” -Amalia Milthorpe

The girl was cinnamon colored in the way of Native America after it had been raped by Europe.

Terrible accident; body parts was everywhere—-fingers, toes, wings, beaks. Ambulance people tried to scoop him all up, but apparently it ain’t so easy as you might think—telling a chicken from a Chinaman, I mean. Anyways,...

I’m killing time and it’s dying hard.

She killed to get the dream she wanted, then found out it didn’t want her back.

Covert operations relied on the unguarded slip, the unconscious choosing of one word over another.

Know, child, that the One God—He is so vast that He cannot be moved, else the Universe falls. Nor can He answer, for the very act of opening His Mouth is Movement, indeed the greatest...

When was the last time you were kissed?” he went on easily. “And I’m not talking about the dry, noncommittal, meaningless kiss you forget about as soon as it’s over.” I scrambled out of my...

The mystery of the world is revealed only to the person who can look upon the material world with his physical eyes and simultaneously has the spiritual vision necessary to see the unseen spiritual world....

But it so happens that everything on this planet is, ultimately, irrational; there is not, and cannot be, any reason for the causal connexion of things, if only because our use of the word “reason”...

As Daffy once said, the best place to hide a glum countenance is onstage at the opera.

To surround anything, however monstrous or ridiculous, with an air of mystery, is to invest it with a secret charm, and power of attraction which to the crowd is irresistible.

Shut up!” Finn turned, furious. “Look at you both! The only friends I have in this hell and all you can do is fight over me. Do either of you care about me? Not the...

(The Mona Lisa), that really is the ugliest portrait I’ve seen, the only thing that supposedly makes it famous is the mystery behind it,” Katherine admitted as she remembered her trips to the Louvre and...

One can survive every hurt and move on, except the hatred of a mother formed without reasons, that one could not elucidate.

I couldn’t very well make a special delivery to the door of the constabulary now could I? And he’d have made the perfect scapegoat. That aura of misery he wraps himself in. So Byronesque. He’s...

That’s the beauty of the universe. There’s always a new mystery.

Nearly all of the men I admire are dead, because admiration is fueled by mystery. And what’s more mysterious than death? Nothing. Well, besides women, of course.

Conflict and character are the heart of good fiction, and good mystery has both of those in spades.

I am a kind of joke, but the question is: which kind? My job is to keep everyone guessing.

How easy would it be to let the words uncurl from my tongue and glide slowly into the space between us? Let them light up the room in bright-orange neon: Here’s your answer! Here’s what...

Don’t worry. Chivalry has practically no appeal for me whatsoever. — Neville Fletcher

Take it as a compliment. I only try to corrupt people I like.

about Tommy, you went through your whole life craving these little pockets of time and missing them for more time than you had them.

You’re driving me NORMAL!

Maybe this is what it feels like for civilians when they see cops doing some of the dirty work. A lot of times they don’t understand what’s happening. They see something they don’t like and...

In the morning I don’t want to know where I’ll be in the afternoon.

(From the Author Note at the beginning of the book.) Dorothy L. Sayers used to say that mystery stories were the only moral fiction of the modern world–because in a mystery, you were guaranteed to...

Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if you’ve met them before?

You don’t die of a broken heart, it only wears you down—just another rainy day.” – Grey Daze

What is aesthetically beautiful, should not be able to be understood fully: by its mysterious character it should leave behind a vaguely pleasant feeling.