On glancing over my notes of the seventy odd cases in which I have during the last eight years studied the methods of my friend Sherlock Holmes, I find many tragic, some comic, a large...

Better to have to retrace your steps and then move forward than never to move forward at all.

The right things often happen for the wrong reason.

When you’re writing a whodunit, the dead body is the most important character. It’s the pivot point around which the plot spins.

the elephant can remember.

You are curious and quick, you have a deft mind, and for some unaccountable reason, people tell you things — useful things.

The night beyond the window was still, mordant white snow, punctuated only by the eerie dark of the trees, gumshoeing their way along the edge of the path outside. Their skeletal fingers clawed up at...

Well, sir to say that when the impossible has been eliminated, whatever remains, however improbable, is the truth, is to make the assumption, usually justified, that everything that is to be considered has indeed been...

It is better to doubt that a concept is stupidly flying under your head than profoundly flying over your head.

Where there is mystery, it is generally supposed there must be evil.

Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain them!

I write fiction. It may have mystery, it may have horror, it may have fantasy, it may have love, but like life, it’s all the same genre.

What is your secret? What could you possibly know, more than 80 years after you death, that someone doesn’t want us to find out?

Her killer wrote a note on that stationary.””A note.” Now Renquist’s eyebrows lifted. “Well. That was rather arrogant of him, wasn’t it?

Is that a hairy snake around her neck? Looks like something a murderess would wear. It’s as if she’s broadcasting, Come here and cuddle with my cute, furry boa constrictor. Let me drape it around...

What’s the best place to hide a car? In an airport long-term lot. Like where’s the best place to hide a grain of sand? On the beach

There’s a large strain of irony in our human affairs… Interwoven with our affairs is this wonderful spirit of irony which prevents us from ever being utterly and irretrievably serious, from being unaware of the...

Here lies the body of Colonel Cornell’s. The rest of the fellow, I fancy, in hell is.

Chance is life’s only certainty.

Irma was aware, for a little while, of a rather curious sound coming up from the plain. Like the beating of far-off drums.

Jensen looked concerned.”I’m reluctant to delay, but would a later appointment be better?” He glanced over at Vanelli and got an answering ‘I told you so’ look that I personally wanted to scrape off Vanelli’s...

He walked away. It was a shame really, but what could I do? He was the law; I broke the law, two things one should never combine.From WIP The Trinity Saints

If I learned anything about her it was that she lived with a vehemence most of us never have the courage for.” Banks tells me. “But there was something about her that precluded an ordinary...

That evening we sat in the courtyard of the hotel once more, watching the sun sink below the western isles. I told Alexi what had happened that day. I fancied I could glimpse the grey...

I like the mystery of seeing someone like Mickey Rourke do his thing. I don’t know how he does it, but I’m glad he does it.

…I’ve discovered why you fascinate – you keep the mystery and as Carlyle noted, Wonder is the basis of worship…

Nothing but trees.

Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If...

You’d better watch out, Chase. He’s passed over to the evil side.

I’d love to try to tame you… And I would simply adore it if you turn out untamable –

Grandpa Sereno: “There is nothing as dangerous as fear, fear of people who are different than you. Fear is the REAL danger and we must start to put all our efforts into fighting THAT instead...

Days, weeks, months, years,” said the boy. “Minutes and hours and seconds. I don’t know about any of those things.

In Paris, the dance was everything. The dance of romance was what a man could remember in his old age. Didn’t all young Americans come to Europe in search of that kind of romance?

The northern star changes its position every ten thousand years, but friendships can last for all eternity.— RJPeters

Getting the poison to them is more difficult than it should be. I cannot just slip it into their food, they eat with the rest of the household, and as much as I dislike everyone...

give a smile, get a smile, keep a smile

Oh dear…then they must already be on the march! We have to hurry and get to the Hamblings…before nightfall!’ – Phillip Celeste from Curse of Ancient Shadows

A farmer, as one of his farmer correspondents once wrote to Liberty Hyde Bailey, is “a dispenser of the ‘Mysteries of God.'”The husband, unlike the “manager” or the would-be objective scientist, belongs inherently to the...

It’s not compromise if it doesn’t sting just a little bit on both sides, now is it?

Suspense is like a woman. The more left to the imagination, the more the excitement. … The conventional big-bosomed blonde is not mysterious. And what could be more obvious than the old black velvet and...

Ah well that I can’t tell you.” Diana ducked her head so that the brim of her bonnet covered her face. “Some things must remain a mystery and for now I think I’ll keep my...

Life is a mystery- mystery of beauty, bliss and divinity. Meditation is the art of unfolding that mystery.

The things you don’t know or understand are as important as your desire to know them. This is the relationship of man to mystery.

I love you and I miss you: come home safe.” Connections make us individuals. Ironic, isn’t it? The more connected, the more unique our life becomes…

The most amazing mechanism in the known universe is the human brain; it takes in information all the time then uses it, all of which is happening, of course, without human knowledge. Typical…

For surely as each November has its April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all: nothing false and possible is love(who’s imagined,therefore limitless)love’s to giving as to keeping’s give;as yes is to...

. . . the mysteries, on belief in which theology would hang the destinies of mankind, are cunningly devised fables whose origin and growth are traceable to the age of Ignorance, the mother of credulity.

Aku berharap dia ada disini, titik.

You did say something I found offensive yesterday.What was that?I believe the word you used was friends.

In March of that year, I saw a man named Paul Barkley shot to death. It happened late at night in the parking lot of a café in Santa Rosa called Galileo’s.