I'm afraid I don't have a very pragmatic or unromantic view of props. I don't imbue them with any great sense of mystery or anything.
Whether the earth was created in seven days or seven actual eras, I'm not sure we'll ever be able to answer that. It's one of the great mysteries.
The great mystery to me is how restaurant critics think they can get away with doing their job without anybody noticing who they are.
To write a good mystery you have to know where it will end before you can decide where it will begin... and I've always known where it will end.
I confess to loving a good murder mystery - anything by Scott Turow or John Grisham. Maybe it's a holdover from my days as a criminal prosecutor in Seattle.
The Cro-Magnons lived with fear and amazement in a culture of Arrival, facing many mysteries. Their culture lasted for some 20,000 years.
I have no plans for a future Jemima Shore mystery, but would write one tomorrow if a good idea came to me.
I have never, ever, not once, met a writer who said he or she would never read a mystery or a story set in some imagined future.
Every branch of human knowledge, if traced up to its source and final principles, vanishes into mystery.
Bereavement is the deepest initiation into the mysteries of human life, an initiation more searching and profound than even happy love.
You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.
We must develop a deeper interest and greater understanding of the people we meet here or abroad. Like us, they are passengers on board that mysterious ship called life.
If there wasn't mystery, people wouldn't have anything to ponder. If you already knew everything, you wouldn't have anything to think about and life would just be really boring.
Suicide, moreover, was at the time in vogue in Paris: what more suitable key to the mystery of life for a skeptical society?
The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.
If I look back I feel frightened, not happy, because my life is a bit of a mystery to me.
The legal system is often a mystery, and we, its priests, preside over rituals baffling to everyday citizens.
There are still so many places on our planet that remain unexplored. I'd love to one day peel back the mystery and understand them.
'Fringe' is one of my favorite television shows, from its inception. I absolutely love all of the science fiction of it, the mystery of it, and the science in it.
What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out.
The mystery of the beginning of all things is insoluble by us; and I for one must be content to remain an agnostic.
