mystery

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!

Total confusion, disconnected nothing, absolute bewilderment. It's an enigma wrapped in a mystery, stuffed in a burrito, and smothered in taco sauce.

The Land of Civilian was a dry bitter place where you sat in your car staring at drawn curtains and closed doors for hours on end, and where everything was a big, freaking secret.

I was worried about my own vagina. It needed a context of other vaginas-- a community, a culture of vaginas. There's so much darkness and secrecy surrounding them-- like the Bermunda Triangle.

And then split his own cranium in half. I would like to see you do that yourself Blore. It would take some practice.

To kiss then was the most natural thing in the world. To explore, to taste, to find out. Katie did find out. When they parted from each other, the world was that much more of a beautiful thing.

I ran out the door but it was to late..... i felt a sharp pain in my back as i heard the gun shoot

It's elementary, my dear Winifred.

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

Hello?_ I ask. No one is there. Not a word. Not a whisper. Not a single sound resonating from the other side of the receiver. __ello? Anyone there?_ I ask again. Repeating myself. I am beginning to feel rather anxious now. Scared, would be a better word to use. Shivers have begun to creep up my spinal cord, and I can feel the urgency of goose pimples begin to line up on by frightened pale skin.

Everyone has their secrets, and there are shadows following us all.

Just read The Virtue of Minding Your Own Business. Oh my, what currents run deep! Beautifully seen, beautifully told. Praise praise praise . . . Pardon my French, but you are one darn major American writer!"---Richard Bach, author of Jonathan Livingston Seagull and Illusions, on Sandcastle and Other Stories

Just because the restaurant had Dynamite Shrimp on the menu, was that any reason for the place to blow up? (re April 15 release, Killer Kitchens

No matterwhat he did to make Claire__ life better or show her he__ changed, these memories would always linger in the recesses of his mind. For the rest of his life, he__ know what he__ done. Tony hated himself for all of it__ell, he always had the end justifies the means argument, but even he didn__ believe that anymore. Not now. Not now that he knew Claire and loved Claire.

That__ the beauty of the universe. There__ always a new mystery.

Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me.Gray...

Scattered among these things are reminders that sound once existed: a metronome, a drumming pad, a guitar pick, a trumpet mouthpiece, a music stand, a tuning fork, a block of rosin...The older instruments bear the marks of those who have already played them, the scuffs and bites and dents that are the mysterious scars of sound. In their midst the house hangs, tenuous and enveloping, a sounding board waiting to be struck.

Then take it as it is. It__ a gift. How or why is irrelevant, but if we don__ enjoy it, we are ungrateful,_ he said and brought his face very close to mine. His eyes seemed to sparkle in the moonlight, mesmerizing me.