“Dad on Child-rearing: "There's no education superior to travel. Think of The Motorcycle Diaries, or what Montrose St. Millet wrote in Ages of Exploration: 'To be still is to be stupid. To be stupid is to die.' And so we… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
“No wonder so many adults long to return to university, to all those deadlines--ahhh, that structure! Scaffolding to which we may cling! Even if it is arbitrary, without it, we're lost, wholly incapable of separating the Romantic from the Victorian… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
“America's greatest revelation was not the atom bomb, not Fundamentalism, not fat farms, not Elvis, not even the quite astute observation that gentlemen prefer… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
“I remembered what Dad said once, that some people have all of life's answers worked out the day they're born and there's no use… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
“But you go through with it, continue to fight, because you hope one day it won’t be like this. Life can be so cruel.… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
“The dark side of life has a way of finding us all anyway, so stop chasing it.” — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
“ Secrets —even in hardened criminals, they were just air pockets lodged under debris at the bottom of an ocean. It might take an… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
It's kind of funny...the moments on which life hinges. I think growing up you always imagine your life--your success--depends on your family and how… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
“It was the cause of many of Dad's outrages too, when people elected themselves his personal oracle of Delphi... They'd made the mistake of… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
“Today dies a crooked and gluttonus man' - it was true, at least literally; McCullough allegedly weighed three hundred pounds and suffered from scoliosis.” — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
Life was a freight train barreling toward just one stop, our loved ones streaking past our windows in blurs of color and light. There… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
“Whilst man is in one location, he thinks of another. Dancing with one woman, he can't help but long to see the quiet curve… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
His characters are ravaged, beaten. They walk through infernos and emerged charred doves. — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
