mystery

I have abstained from expressing any opinion, so far," says Mr. Superintendent, with his military voice still in good working order. "I have now only one remark to offer, on leaving this case in your hands. There IS such a thing, Sergeant, as making a mountain out of a mole-hill. Good-morning.""There is also such a thing as making nothing out of a mole-hill, in consequence of your head being too high to see it." Having returned his brother-officer's compliment in those terms, Sergeant Cuff wheeled about, and walked away to the window by himself.

Digital Age Cozy: Cozy mystery can be more than knitting grannies, cats, and cookbooks!

Dean was about to dismiss me with a quick nod, but my name caught his attention. __ey, you__e that Death Diva girl, right?____raid so.___uh._ He studied me a moment as he extracted a lighter and pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. I studied him back. Dean__ head bore the aftermath of what had to be the world__ worst hair transplant. Reddish brown crop rows marched back from a severe, slightly lopsided hairline. The whole mess had been meticulously blow-dried and sprayed in a swept-back style more appropriate to the 1980s.He tapped out a cigarette. __ou make money doing that?___hy, yes I do,_ I said. __hat__ kind of the point of it._ That__ the number-one question I get asked.__hat__ the weirdest thing you__e done, eh?_ The number-two question, right on schedule.

Don__ waste a minute fretting over the infinite destructive possibilities of The Singularity. Think of all the fun we__e going to have along the way! It will all be one glorious adventure, start to finish!

I'm just an everyday kind of hero. If the everyday kind saves babies from burning buildings and looks hotter than hell in bunker gear.

It's not as if I don't like men, I just have more respect for my washing machine.

The tide, you see, is a fickle thing: stealing in, sliding away, always, always turning. She comes when you're not looking, a silent, liquid thief, only to rush away again, retreating from the shore like a coward. She gives sometimes too, though in fleeting, unexpected moments, yielding up her treasures and her dead--but never, ever her secrets.

Trust is important to any relationship_ and easier to come by if you get a picture of a guy's wife buck naked.

Life is what you make it. Unless some guy finds you with his girl. Then the ball's pretty much in his court.

Sir, no amount of money, no matter how vast, could induce me to stroll, perambulate, promenade, or engage in any form of locomotion with you whatsoever. Good evening.

You are a perfect woman, a magical blend of beauty, intelligence, and spirit. Without you, my life is nothing.

What was that feeling in my chest? Regret? Regret that I'd left last night after our kiss--that I'd pulled away before he could know how much I truly wanted him.

There are lots of fish in the sea. Some are sharks, some are angels, and some are bottom feeders.

For what I am suggesting is that concern for the mysterious is at the heart of the humanities, whereas at the heart of the sciences there is a concern with the problematic. That this is a contrast, and not a dichotomy, is seen in the way in which problem-solving has a place in the humanities__hough the most significant kind of problem is one that, in Marcel__ language, __onceals a mystery___nd in the complementary way in which some scientists, such as Einstein, have spoken of a deepening sense of awe and wonder awakened in them, an awe and wonder in the presence of the universe, that grows through the advance of the sciences, through the growing success in solving problems. But the contrast remains, and since problem-solving can be successful, whereas contemplation of mystery cannot, there cannot be in the humanities any hope for the sort of success the sciences have known. Nor in theology: and especially not in Christian theology whose central mystery is focused in the birth of a child in a stable, and the death of a man on a cross.

A balanced diet and a brisk daily walk will help keep you healthy, but there's nothing like a good-looking young man with a nice butt to help up your cardiovascular system.

If money don't buy happiness, what the hell does?

Fair play is all well and good. But knowing how to kick 'em in the balls can get you out of a jam 9 times out of 10.

If Miss Elton spoke water instead of words, then there would have been a repetition of Noah__ flood.