To kiss then was the most natural thing in the world. To explore, to taste, to find out. Katie did find out. When they parted from each other, the world was that much more of...

The strongest and most mysterious weeds often have things to teach us.

I had a dream about you. We were shoveling dollar bills and used diapers and laughing like children. I was dancing like I had a fog machine in my pants, and I did, which is...

And when whatever happened in that barn happened, it was a moment I’ll never forget. Like a missing key slid into a dusty old lock. Click. My world opened.

We—all of us—want to feel special. We want to feel the glory that shines on us when we reach beyond our boundaries to grab at something greater, to live a heroic life, if only for...

She wouldn’t have died if I hadn’t taught her how to fall.

She loves mysteries that she became one.

Tragic tales rarely do make sense.

The process of elimination, combined with a modicum of common sense, will always assist us to arrive at the correct conclusion with the maximum of possible accuracy and the minimum of hard labor. Which being...

My life is my book, but I can’t read it.

Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow – James Matthew Barrie

Life isn’t as magical here, and you’re not the only one who feels like you don’t belong, or that it’s better somewhere else. But there ARE things worth living for. And the best part is...

Do you think the Goblin King really did it?” asked Cordelia hesitantly. All the sheep knew she was talking about George’s death. Mopple quickly pulled up a tuft of grass.”Or Satan?” added Lane.”Nonsense,” Rameses snorted...

My ex calls the ochre winter ‘autumn’ as we queue to hear dock boys play jazz fugues in velvet dark.— Broken Verses

There are certain truths that occurs to us, which we cannot convey in words, but requires a personal experience to grasp more vividly.

For the first time in a very many years, he felt the old vexation, the mingled impatience and pleasure at the world’s beautiful refusal to yield up its mysteries without a fight.

The only mystery here is what took them so long. They’ve had a bunch of migration tools out there for a long time and they haven’t been revised in ages.

Listen to me you piece of shit, if you ever give the press information about me, my parents or even breathe a word about me to anyone ever again, I swear to god I will...

Oh, I can’t explain. When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the...

How do you circumvent a mind bent upon lying to get away from the truth?

science enables you to look things differently.

Girls, we’re fiction editors–we know how to plot, and we know how to cover our tracks. We can teach Jerry Key a lesson he’ll never forget.

When you forget what you ultimately stand for, you rejoice in blinding ignorance. Missing the bigger picture for the near pleasure is what humans and all living beings stand for. I guess there is no...

The reason for the discrepancy in many of our schools’ scores in the two categories is a mystery, and has been an ongoing question.

I think it’s much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers which might be wrong. I have approximate answers and possible beliefs and different degrees of uncertainty about different things, but I...

Calmly, slowly, she reached behind with her left hand and came up against — yes, fabric. Fine linen, to be precise. So far, so good: she was inside a wardrobe, after all. The only problem...

What are we, Charlie’s Angels?

those who truly know, knows those who don’t, will learn if they ask

Madness is loving the unsolvable puzzle of your soul and replacing the lost pieces with my own.

There is something in this world which no one has ever seen.It is soft and sweet.If it is spotted, I’m sure everyone will want to have it,Which is why no one has ever seen it.For...

Redemption, n. Deliverance of sinners from the penalty of their sin through their murder of the deity against whom they sinned. The doctrine of Redemption is the fundamental mystery of our holy religions, and whoso...

I stared hard, trying to find a pattern. Thinking if I kept looking hard enough, maybe the pieces of the world would fit back together into something I could understand.

She always has close calls when she solves a mystery!

You don’t have to treat me as if I’m made out of glass and might break,” she said. “I’m a lot stronger than I look.””Is that right?” He looped an arm around her waist and...

Oh, she went to some trouble there.” But no, when I wear a scarf it means “this grey blouse was unwrinkled and those mocha pants make my behind look fine and voila I have a...

I have no pity for myself either. So let it be Veronal. But I wish Hercule Poirot had never retired from work and come here to grow vegetable marrows.

Nightmares exist outside of logic, and there’s little fun to be had in explanations; they’re antithetical to the poetry of fear.” In a horror story, the victim keeps asking why – but there can be...

Let the spirits guide you, but never let them take you.

Who would believe me anyway?” she whispered.

We men are fascinated by the things we don’t really understand. It gives us something to think and talk about: like females, they drive us nuts.

You don’t smile enough, Coop.I smile, I tell her defensively. She puts a hand on my shoulder and squares off with me.But not like you mean it.

Peter to Austin:”Hard-ons don’t make you think less. They make you think stupid. Which makes me think you must have one 24/7.

The woman is not just a pleasure, nor even a problem. She is a meniscus that allows the absolute to have a shape, that lets him skate however briefly on the mystery, her presence luminous...

Yell The jackass bit the big one, hip-hip hooray Gloria wins, then run like the dickens before someone recognizes us.

Tangled onto the shuttle, we were being woven back and forth to create the same tapestry of despair and heartbreak and loss. It was so muchbigger than I could see before, and all I had...

My parents think the longer the name, the more powerful the sorcerer, so they named me Cassandra Morgan Ursula Margaret Scot. You can call me Cassie.

In eighty-six years, child, I’ve learned the world is a far more mysterious place than most people realize and that every moment of life is woven through with meaning.

In truly good writing no matter how many times you read it you do not know how it is done. That is beacause there is a mystery in all great writing and that mystery does...

And you were always nothing but slime, Henry Wallace. Fancy trash

If you’re not scared, she told me, it’s not bravery.