Jacques Pyron

“The sunset bled into the edges of the village. Smoke curled out of the cottage chimney like a crooked finger.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself.”
― Nick Hornby, About a Boy

“He had learned what all skilled liars register if they’re ever to make a career of it: Always appropriate as much of the truth as possible. A wellconstructed lie is assembled largely from the alphabet blocks of fact,”
― Lionel Shriver, We Need to Talk About Kevin

“And Tarquin,’ Semilla said quietly. ‘He has been in league with them all along?’
‘Yes, I am afraid so,’ Rupert confirmed.”
― A.R. Merrydew, The Girl with the Porcelain Lips