mystery

All forests are one... They are all echoes of the first forest that gave birth to Mystery when the world began.

I knew that kind of thinking was paranoid, but after the wacky crap that had happened to me over the last couple of months, these days I__ be suspicious of a jolly white-bearded man in a red suit carrying a bag over his shoulder.(Violet Parker)

A mystery." He smiled, his teeth a white gleam in the shadowed face. "I like mysteries.""Don't you have enough to do without going looking for trouble?""I especially like mysteries that involve trouble.

Idrith didn__ want to go back to his cold lonely room, with all its unanswered questions. He took the glass and sat down.

February is the cruelest month in western Oregon.

We lie to protect our children, and in lying we expose them to the greatest of harms

Actually, I was beginning to think that even I should be able to solve .153847 mysteries. It was the 38 part, I suspected, that would be the problem.

The world is only as small as your mind makes it.

You can make a text mean anything, especially if it__ old and full of ambiguities.

The beauty is in the mystery, don't you agree?- Hayden

Simon's brain tried to comprehend the situation. 'Was an international supermodel really holding Doc Gutson, leader of the infamous Bloodworth Gang, captive?

Drama does not just walk into our lives. Either we create it, invite it, or associate with it.

It was the freedom to experiment that made this experiment called Freedom possible.

At night in the town's countryside, you could just about feel and hear everything, but without using lamps, it was impossible to see anything other than shadows

I know what you're up to.""I doubt that." Hayes leaned toward her, his hand looping around the back of McKenzie's neck as he gently drew her to him. "Because if you could see what I was up to, then you'd know I was about to kiss you.

Across the rectory's east lawn, through a blizzard of flying leaves, something long and thin was flapping in the wind. A ragged figure in a white nightgown hanging lifelessly from the trees.

Violet Lynn Parker, you__ better spill or I__l start bellowing __appy Birthday_ to you in my Bobcat Goldthwait voice.

When men were ready to marry, look out. Their evolution busted out all over. They nabbed the closest female hanging out near their caves, anyone who looked like she would clean his woolly mammoth tunics down by the creek, keep his fires burning, bear his children, and tote his brood around on a fur-clad hip.