Mysteries are not necessarily miracles.

Mysteries are not necessarily miracles.

When you have solved all the mysteries of life you long for death, for it is but another mystery of read more

When you have solved all the mysteries of life you long for death, for it is but another mystery of life.

Nobody reads a mystery to get to the middle. They read it to get to the end. If it's a read more

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.

What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.

What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.

Mystery is a resource, like coal or gold, and its preservation is a fine thing.

Mystery is a resource, like coal or gold, and its preservation is a fine thing.

After seven years of marriage, I'm sure of two things -- first, never wallpaper together, and second, you'll need two read more

After seven years of marriage, I'm sure of two things -- first, never wallpaper together, and second, you'll need two bathrooms . . . both for her. The rest is a mystery, but a mystery I love to be involved in.

We are all, in a sense, experts on secrecy. From earliest childhood we feel its mystery and attraction. We know read more

We are all, in a sense, experts on secrecy. From earliest childhood we feel its mystery and attraction. We know both the power it confers and the burden it imposes. We learn how it can delight, give breathing space and protect.

The only words that ever satisfied me as describing Nature are the terms used in fairy books, charm, spell, enchantment. read more

The only words that ever satisfied me as describing Nature are the terms used in fairy books, charm, spell, enchantment. They express the arbitrariness of the fact and its mystery.

You hate someone whom you really wish to love, but whom you cannot love. Perhaps he himself prevents you. That read more

You hate someone whom you really wish to love, but whom you cannot love. Perhaps he himself prevents you. That is a disguised form of love.