#ystery

I wish I could claim that I said this being an author, but alas I did not." -- I try to leave out the parts that people skip. — Elmore Leonard ↗

— Tommy Taylor

#christian #clone #fiction #mystery #thriller

The longer I looked into his eyes the more I felt that he was leading me down a road that I was determined not to follow. ↗

— Shawn Kirsten Maravel

#love #mystery #love

In a true you-and-I relationship, we are present mindfully, nonintrusively, the way we are present with things in nature.We do not tell a birch tree it should be more like an elm. We face it with no agenda, only an appreciation that becomes participation: 'I love looking at this birch' becomes 'I am this birch' and then 'I and this birch are opening to a mystery that transcends and holds us both. ↗

— David Richo

#mystery #relationship #love

Suspense is like a woman. The more left to the imagination, the more the excitement. ... The conventional big-bosomed blonde is not mysterious. And what could be more obvious than the old black velvet and pearls type? The perfect ‘woman of mystery’ is one who is blonde, subtle and Nordic. ... Although I do not profess to be an authority on women, I fear that the perfect title [for a movie], like the perfect woman is difficult to find. ↗

— Alfred Hitchcock

#donald-spoto #imagination #mystery #suspense #woman

I leveled the gun and fired until it was empty. ↗

— Rachel Brady

#murder #mystery #skydiving #sleuth #humor

I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which. ↗

— James A. Owen

#mystery #personality #humor

Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was. ↗

— Garth Nix

#mystery #wish #death

Nice day for a funeral. ↗

— Anthony Horowitz

#mystery #humor

At the moment developing a nice little inoffensive cancer somewhere on dry land seemed infinitely preferable to what she was grimly convinced was soon to be her death by drowning way too far out at sea. ↗

— Dana Stabenow

#hard-boiled #mystery #mystery-series #death

A warm feeling comforted the boy, as if a blanket were wrapping its soft layers around his heart and nuzzling him snuggly. Gavin loved his mother, and he would be forever grateful to his father for protecting her. The whole mystery behind it made him itch with curiosity, however. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#curiosity #father #gratitude #love #mother