When you try to unravel something you've written, you belittle it in a way. It was created as a mystery.

A Catholic is raised with the idea that he will die any minute now and if he doesn't live his life in a certain way, this death is an introduction to an eternity of pain.

People who are in power make their arrangements in secret, largely as a way of maintaining and furthering that power.

Ballet is sort of a mystery to me. And I don't want to unravel that mystery.

I saw a photograph of a wedding conducted by Reverend Moon of the Unification Church. I wanted to understand this event, and the only way to understand it was to write about it.

We want to keep some mystery.