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.

God is the only book that can never be touched, open and seen.

I play to win and if it looks like I’ve lost, its only because its not over yet.

mysterious like the moon, she would delight you in her glow, her light alone can make you question yourself.. & who was she? She will never let you know.

And she would not hold back his limbs when his heart was gone to the woods, for it is ever the way of witches with any two things to care for the more mysterious of...

Well, good-bye for now,” he said, rolling his neck as if we hadn’t been talking about anything important at all. He bowed at the waist, those wings vanishing entirely, and had begun to fade into...

Alarmed and bordering on terrified, Frankie reached for the closest thing she could find that might work as a weapon – which in Louise’s house was a curling iron – and tiptoed downstairs to confront...

I’m afraid our sun is nothing like whatever defined.

…the long blue shadows of afternoon advanced before me like cheerful ghosts of last summer’s growth, dancing past the withered flower borders and the stiff hedges to fall at the feet of a stone nymph,...

Beneath the skin of everything is something nobody can know.

I am grateful for the magic, mystery and majesty of nature – my loyal friend and companion – always there, welcoming and waiting for me to come; to be healed.

The terror is trapped inside of him and paralyzes him. He closes his eyes again and tries to drown out the scream – but it keeps ringing and ringing and ringing in his ears.

I rested my head on the wall behind me and closed my eyes, wishing my life had a button: Ignore All.

Stop being a mystery, discover yourself!