#myster

I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths. ↗

— Bram Stoker

#women #temptation

The artist's job, I think, is to be a conduit for mystery. To intuit it, and recognize that the story-germ has some inherent mystery in it, and sort of midwife that mystery into the story in such a way that it isn't damaged in the process, and may even get heightened or refined. ↗

— George Saunders

#conduit #damaged #even #get #heightened

Nobody reads a mystery to get to the middle. They read it to get to the end. If it's a letdown, they won't buy anymore. The first page sells that book. The last page sells your next book. ↗

— Mickey Spillane

#book #buy #end #first #get

Happy or unhappy, families are all mysterious. We have only to imagine how differently we would be described - and will be, after our deaths - by each of the family members who believe they know us. ↗

— Gloria Steinem

#believe #deaths #described #differently #each

Fortunately, somewhere between chance and mystery lies imagination, the only thing that protects our freedom, despite the fact that people keep trying to reduce it or kill it off altogether. ↗

— Luis Bunuel

#between #chance #despite #fact #fortunately

The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of our kind, and the next we see in them the reflection of the divine image. ↗

— Charles W. Chesnutt

#divine #heart #human #human heart #image

I think that some books are more successful than others to certain readers. People who read my books for the humor, they're going to love one book. People who read my books for the mystery, they might not like that book quite as much. ↗

— Janet Evanovich

#books #certain #going #humor #i

Mysteriously and in ways that are totally remote from natural experience, the gray drizzle of horror induced by depression takes on the quality of physical pain. ↗

— William Styron

#experience #gray #horror #induced #mysteriously

When I think of art I think of beauty. Beauty is the mystery of life. It is not in the eye it is in the mind. In our minds there is awareness of perfection. ↗

— Agnes Martin

#awareness #beauty #eye #i #i think

Por que en las epocas oscuras se escribe con tinta invisible? Why in the darkest ages do they write with invisible ink? ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#age