I look away, but we’ve caught each other. And I know this wasn’t just a ghost story to him, even if it was to the others.

Anonymity crowned him as if t’were the halo of romantic glory.

If looks could kill” too literally. The French have a word for sexy murderesses. Well, they probably have such a word, but since I don’t speak French, I can’t tell you what it is.

We bring the fucking rain Q, not the scattered showers.

Lots of things are mysteries. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t an answer to them. It’s just that scientists haven’t found the answer yet.

gold” beneath the false value systems of our societies, and we attempt to comfort ourselves with the notion that we have no power or responsibility for what is happening to our world. The reality is...

And maybe one winter it will get too cold and I’ll forget about the summers we once shared. My family portrait mightfold in too, producing the same horrific effect as Jeremy’s: that I, all along,...

Irma, a few feet behind the other two, saw them suddenly halt, swaying a little, with heads bent and hands pressed to their breasts as if to steady themselves against a gale.

Women mystery writers took a genre that before that had been exclusively male and transformed it. The tradition of the male private eye goes all the way back in literature to the lone man on...

I just completed The Tenth Circle. It is an excellent mystery story surrounding a family with modern day issues.

Concert pianists get to be quite chummy with dead composers. They can’t help it. Classical music isn’t just music. It’s a personal diary. An uncensored confession in the dead of night. A baring of the...

One morning, as he sat at his desk, he heard the sound of a horse’s hooves on the path outside his house. He stepped out on to the verandah. There, on a tall grey horse,...

The mystery of desire was way beyond the conceptual abilities of Jules Jacobson. It was like … robotics. Just another subject that she couldn’t understand at all.

From Chapter 11 “Rainy Day Puppy” (“The Missing Tulip Bulbs”): The next few days were hard on the family. It rained. It was cold. Winter had returned. The puppy grew and gained energy equal to...

The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.

Abandoned.The word alone sends shudders down a sensitive spine, troubling the thoughts of pained souls as their hurt swells in ripples. It is a sentence of undesired solitude often pronounced on the innocent, the trusting—administered...

Why are you running from the ball, Cinderella?” he asked.

Insane love.Loving insanity.Insanity and love…

Christian-like”, Messianic? We should cherem (ban) them from every aspect of Jewish life. And we must strip them of every Jewish privilege!

It was this mystery, bereft now of all fear, and this beauty together that made life the endless, changing and yet changeless, thing it was. And yet mystery and loveliness alike were really only appreciable...

This would become a lifelong pattern, sitting in my comfort zone high above the world in some sort of self-imposed exile.

Actors are all about entrances, but writers are all about exits.

The most serious drawback to the telling-nothing approach is that it made that much more of a mystery of what had happened, and the nature of gossip abhors a vacuum of the unexplained.

I tried to lose myself in school and friends as best as I was able, trying to put Dorian’s world out of my mind. But that was pretty much impossible with Clarrisa’s constant, homicidally cheerful...

He had an overwhelming urge to take possession of her lips, silencing any mention of another man’s name.

To speak a language that was as intimate and free as certain dreams, saying darkly, thrillingly, My cock inside of you. Your come in my mouth … He focused on the boy’s slim, tight hips;...

He knew at once it was a human bone, when he took it from the baby who was sitting on the floor chewing it.

In feature films the director is God; in documentary films God is the director” – Alfred Hitchcock

Nancy, every place you go, it seems as if mysteries just pile up one after another.

It’s never too late to achieve your dreams

Children see God every day; they just don’t call it that. It’s the summer sky painted with cumulus clouds by day and sequined with a million stars by night. It’s the sweet whispers of sweet...

If one could order a crime as one does a dinner, what would you choose? . . . Let’s review the menu. Robbery? Frogery? No, I think not. Rather too vegetarian. It must be murder—red-blooded...

We fail so easily to see the difference between fear of the unknown and respect for the unknown, thinking that those who do not hasten in with bright lights and knives are deterred by a...

It was a two-gallon Styrofoam cooler – one of the cheap ones that you can pick up at any service station in the summer season and then listen to it squeak to the point of...

In the darkest corner of a darkened room, all Sherlock Homes stories begin. In the pregnant dim of gaslight and smoke, Holmes would sit, digesting the day’s papers, puffing on his long pipe, injecting himself...

Never stop. Never forget.

I smile, she blushes.I smirk, she slaps me on the arm, softly.I breathe, because it’s easy around her.

He was still a mystery to me. And God, did I want to play Nancy Drew.

I always liked the unknown. Ironically I familiarized myself with the uncertainty of life. Life can change in any minute of the day. God can turn anything around in a speck of a moment. I...

But a bond is a bond. And when you’re young and haven’t yet learned to live in your own solitude, even a destructive bond can seem better than none.

Every time I had things straight in my head abouthim, I saw him smile or crook an eyebrow, and all my sensible reasons on why I couldn’t have feelings for him seemed redundant.

It’s the wonderment of water that makes it so appealing: thoughts of what’s beneath the surface, or out there beyond a watery horizon.

Grimalkin yawned and licked his whiskers. ‘Not dead,’ he replied. ‘Hardly dead. But she changed her name and appearance so many times, even the oldest fey would hardly remember her. She likes to keep a...

Norm was lean, his short, straight black hair parted on the side, his mustache trimmed like he’d never heard of Adolf Hitler.

We ran on the fuel of youth and hormones and ignorant arrogance, imagining we had the whole world and the workings thereof figured out.

It’s hard when you’re missing your family,” Pip said, and started the motor. ” You wake up every morning like someone took one of your legs.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life. The past is history. The future is mysterious. Then tomorrow—this starts all over again.

Because wouldn’t it be terrible if you slipped and hurt yourself?

Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. I want you to be free, but it is your sorrow that has made a slave of me… I wish to know how to keep you… You...

glorious and whimsical,” as the Key West Citizen had promised.