"I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn’t find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself."
— Tana French, In the Woods (via maladyofthequotidian)
"I looked at those lips and said, “Please God, give me this part” and I got it. The rest is now we’re sitting here talking to you about making out."