There are people who will always doubt you and you have to live with it. It only gets a lot worse when you have to die with it!

…when you put on your shortest dress, please leave some mystery in it. That’s the difference between a miniskirt and a ho-skirt. A ho-skirt shows your Frisbee. A miniskirt shows just enough to cause some...

I have a friend who’s an artist and has sometimes taken a view which I don’t agree with very well. He’ll hold up a flower and say “look how beautiful it is,” and I’ll agree....

The crimson leaf that blew past looked the twin of the one she’d picked up in the palace courtyard: a bloodied hand.

I like taking genres and subverting them. I did that with ‘In the Valley of Elah.’ I said, ‘Okay, this is just a murder mystery. Relax.’ And then, two thirds of the way through, I...

If you act for self-gain then no good can come of it. If you act selflessly, then you act well for all and you must not be afraid.

“One cannot be a mother without first being a person; family, husband, and children should not be allowed, as is so often the case, to steal a woman’s selfhood and her dreams.” Mother to Sherlock,...

It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed

Always just a brainstorm away from our next disaster…

Life has its enigmatic events, that can make it a mystery, or my misery. It all depends on how I view it.

I just know that any time I undertake a case, I’m apt to run into some kind of a trap.

Jackson couldn’t bear to see Allie like this. He pulled her to him and, dropping his mouth to hers, kissed her. She leaned into him, letting him draw her even closer as the kiss deepened....

Awoke to find three vultures sitting on the fence. Realizing they were a portent of impending death I shot them.

It often seems to me that’s all detective work is, wiping out your false starts and beginning again.”Yes, it is very true, that. And it is just what some people will not do. They conceive...

All the clues are there in front of us,hidden under a veil,we cannot get the clue by searching for,we have to search for the veil instead.

Emma was doing something nice for Simon? Hell must be enjoying the snow day.

Lord Peter was hampered in his career as a private detective by a public school education. Despite Parker’s admonitions, he was not always able to discount it. His mind had been warped in its young...

He does manage the bookstore, which is currently my favorite place on earth.” Her eyes glazed over. “All those books. If I married him, I could probably work there the rest of my life. Nothing...

Will you pipe down for a minute? Naturally she was dead since I work at a cemetery. Her face struck a chord though. So, I rummaged around in the old Rory memory bank, and Emily...

And to think I could be at home cleaning the cat box,” Esther Charlemagne said. “Watching for a Peeping Tom is so much better.”~ Chapter 2 The Night Shadow by Cheri Vause

I believe the Lord has chosen me to spread His word through my words and who am I to question His plans for me?

To worship a sacred mystery was just to worship your own ignorance.

My mother believed in all superstitions, plus she made some up.

Listen carefully. I’d crush you like a bug for causing my wife one single moment of pain. Believe it. Fear it.

And you never even reported it. You should have reported it. I could have took fingerprints. I’d love to lock up them skinheads.””What I’m reporting is the gun, my Sig Sauer.” Dave said. “Hetzel will...

Time is a terrible thing because it can erase both joys and pains.

I don’t need shoes. I need a night scope. You think they sell night scopes someplace here?

Praise makes me humble, but when I am abused, I know that I have touched the stars.

An artist’s work never leads anywhere except to the unknown.

The story you choose to tell isn’t always the story you believe.

Oh my God,” Mrs. McIntire screamed. She’d dropped to her knees, the dark sand and water soaking into her jeans. “Neely!”Mr. McIntire held his wife while she screeched her daughter’s name over and over. “She’s...

So, we eat again. Well, perhaps the relationship wouldn’t go anywhere, but I would certainly put on a few pounds.

In the ten houses the police had scouted, I hadn’t sensed anything more dangerous than a pot that prevents over-boiling.

We have grasped the mystery of the atom and rejected the sermon on the mount

He [Harry Bosch] defined good company not by the conversation but by the lack of it. When there was no need to talk to feel comfortable, that was the right company

We were the creatures desired throughout the ages… foolish humans didn’t even realize it, living in their own little world.

Then take it as it is. It’s a gift. How or why is irrelevant, but if we don’t enjoy it, we are ungrateful,” he said and brought his face very close to mine. His eyes...

On some deep, unconscious level, he had always known it to be true. He was an invention, a fictional character. Jacob Lightfoot didn’t exist.

Nothing whets the intelligence more than a passionate suspicion, nothing develops all the faculties of an immature mind more than a trail running away into the dark.

I was never able to accept anyone else’s support but my own –

Sometimes you gotta say what’s in your heart… And you have to stand for what you believe. No matter what.” ~’Dr. Michael C. Anders,

What you believe determines the way you feel and act… but it doesn’t change the truth.

But then again, impossible never became rumour, did it?

mystery is not founded in ignorance, mystery is founded in imagination

And when the sun sets…then the night magic spreads out above your head; worlds and universes a-borning and a-dying—stars and planets and galaxies. And the bigger the telescope they can make, and the farther into...

Tonight I’ve been dealing with a known killer, a male whore, a scam artist and now I’ve graduated to talking to a mayor. Who’s next? The President of the National Association of Rodents?

Mirabelle was always an enigma, and he had the sense that if he pushed her, she’d bolt.

Where is our comfort but in the free, uninvolved, finally mysterious beauty and grace of this world that we did not make, that has no price? Where is our sanity but there? Where is our...

Out from behind the desk where he’d been sitting, hidden by the piles of books, appeared a bespectacled, green-eyed man in a green plaid suit. His thick white hair was shaggy and mussed, his nose...

Nice day for a funeral.