mystery

It's always seemed like a big mystery how nature, seemingly so effortlessly, manages to produce so much that seems to us so complex. Well, I think we found its secret. It's just sampling what's out there in the computational universe.

I swear, when that woman dies, she'll be deader than everybody else.~Pattiecake from Laid Out and Candle Lit

Jean smirked, and delicately swirled the mic in his hands, careful not to make a sound. __ui. C__st normal. C'est pas spécial. I will give you something worthy of Holmes._ Jean set down the mic and proceeded toward the couple. As he approached them, he fiddled with his mustache for a moment, and then pulled it sharply. He winced at the sensation. __ have it,_ he declared confidently. __ou sir, are a thief.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.

I wondered if I could just drop the role I carried like a mantle of a dethroned prince.

I have tread all three of his books and they held me spellbound interesting story. Its fiction based on fact...mmm I like!

You can't know people, only their names.

Adventure is my middle name.

And I wasn__ playing a role _ I was trying to be myself.But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that __yself_ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles...

How do you solve a case without a face?

Emotional speculation is to deductive reasoning what weeds are to a garden _ at first sight they appear to belong, but eventually they obscure that which one hopes will come into bud.

It is in our nature to enjoy atrocity so long as it continues to shock and remains comfortably removed from our own lives.

Blunt turned to the man in question with a helpless grin, "You have always proven yourself a mystery to me, good fellow!"Falconer lifted one corner of his mouth, "Then I have succeeded, Blunt.

Never ask questions you don't want the answer to.

Mr. Satterthwaite looked cheered. Suddenly an idea struck him. His jaw fell. "My goodness," he cried, "I've only just realized it! That rascal, with his poisoned cocktail! Anyone might have drunk it! It might have been me!""There is an even more terrible possibility that you have not considered," said Poirot. "Eh?""It might have been me," said Hercule Poirot.

His character would be blamed, loathed, discussed, and adored _ but somewhere there, behind his mask of a hero, Cardew would remain faceless.Anonymous.

All his life Bosch had lived and worked in society__ institutions. But he hope he had escaped institutional thinking, that he made his own decisions.

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.