His characters are ravaged, beaten. They walk through infernos and emerged charred doves. — Marisha Pessl
It’s got to be some kind of cult. Anyone offers you Kool-Aid or a hot shower, say no. — Marisha Pessl
You journalists bulldoze life’s mysteries, ignorant of what you’re so ruthlessly turning — Marisha Pessl
What, really, was the difference between something hounding you and something leading — Marisha Pessl