I am that mysterious stranger who I hope to meet.
—Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
Tag: mystery
She knows that killing a person does almost-invisible things to you; it leaves you arm-linked with death, your head tilted just a degree that way, so that for the rest of your life your shadows mix together.
—Tana French, The Secret Place
He was sure that even to folks who lived a hundred years—as he hoped to do—it seemed like not much more than a summer afternoon.
—Stephen King, The Colorado Kid
That Book Broad 