There’s a great deal of mystery in film editing, and that’s because you’re not supposed to see a lot of it. You’re supposed to feel that a film has pace and rhythm and drama, but you’re not necessarily supposed to be worried about how that was accomplished.
We women are the same: I am always more attracted to the dangerous mystery man with piercing eyes and stubble rather than the clean-shaven ‘puppy dog’ type who is probably much better for me in the long run.
What I treasure most at any moment is intimacy, surprise, a sense of mystery, wit, depth and love. A handful of cherished friends offer me this, and the occasional singer or film-maker or artist. But my most reliable sources of electricity are Henry David Thoreau, Shakespeare, Melville and Emily Dickinson.
It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.
There’s no such thing as an aura of mystery anymore. It doesn’t exist. That’s a thing of the past.
You get to crack the code of the play. You get to really pick at it and see, ‘What is the story that we’re telling?’ ‘What are the clues in the text that I can find that will help inform what story we’re telling?’ It’s almost like a detective mystery.
I think a bit of mystery is good, and I used to feel like an eccentric person pretending to be normal. But I am actually just a normal person seeming eccentric, by what I’m putting myself through.
I grew up without a father, who was kept a mystery to me. There was a sense of uprootedness, things being one day here and the next day not; a sense anything could happen. Then, all of a sudden, my mother met my stepfather, and her life became happier, and my life changed, my name changed.
Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.
Failure to take note of the fact that the character of twentieth-century humanity differs from that of humanity in the fifteenth century, let alone before and at the time of the Mystery of Golgotha, is to sleep through the process of world evolution.
That sense of mystery, but also of revelation, is what I turn to poems for. They’re able to embody experience. We need more and more of that.
My father was sleepless most of his life. So by the age of five, I was awake with him all night long, watching bad television or we’d lie in the same bed, and I’d read my comic books while he read his latest spy or mystery novel.
What’s a bigger mystery box than a movie theater? You go to the theater, you’re just so excited to see anything – the moment the lights go down is often the best part.
The only real mystery in the stories of political plagiarism is its durability in an age of Turnitin and other scanning software that can protect an author from his own mistakes, intentional or otherwise.
Why do millennials like Bernie Sanders so much? I love that this is a mystery to Washington. It’s the authenticity, stupid.
It may interest you to know that my breakup with Terry and this mystery did not happen concurrently in real life. That is a writer’s device, which places Gabriel under even greater pressure when the mystery begins to reveal itself.
There’s less mystery in the sea than there is in fresh water. If you look at television there’s lots of documentaries on whales, on coral reefs, the deep oceanic trenches. There’s loads of stuff. But as soon as you look for anything about fresh water, the information is very sketchy.
They’ve also asked me now to start on another series that we’re gonna do after this Frontier Earth. But it’s not science fiction, it’s more in the Mystery and Crime division and that’s another area I’m very interested in.
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.
There is great mystery in a church. For me, there is a great privilege to be confronted with the design of a church because it shelters the most powerful themes of humanity: birth, marriage, death.
I like exploring the mystery of a relationship instead of laying it all out on the table at the beginning.
