Marisha Pessl
Marisha Pessl
Marisha Pesslis an American writer best known for her debut novel, Special Topics in Calamity Physics...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth26 October 1977
CountryUnited States of America
life giving darkness
It’s what we chase but never find. It is the mystery of our lives, the understanding that even when we have everything we want it is one day to leave us. It’s the something unseen, the lurking devastation, the darkness that gives our lives dimension.
order diving dies
…deep-diving love, a love that excavates you. It’s something you have to have before you die in order to have lived.
stars matter persons
But when you flee someone, no matter how far you roam, that person will follow you as doggedly as the stars.
motivational men bait
For every man there exists bait he cannot resist swallowing.
humanity secret ultimate
...the deepest secrets about ourselves that we, in the ultimate act of humanity, will spare those we truly love.
writing favors serious
God, the boring relative everyone ignores--no one calls, no one writes--until they need a serious favor.
games giving want
It's not fair. It's not. But then, that's the game. It makes life great. The fact that it ends when we don't want it to. The ending gives it meaning.
real kids math
... suddenly I was a kid in the hall standing outside my locker about to head to Math. But that was how it went sometimes, the English language, when you really needed it, crumbled to clay in your mouth. That's when all the real things were said.
war simple people
It felt as if we'd been to war together. Deep in a jungle, alone, I had relied on them, these strangers. They'd held me up in ways only people could. When it was over, an ending never felt like an ending, only an exhausted draw, we went our separate ways. Be we were bonded forever by the history of it, the simple fact they'd seen the raw side of me and me of them, a side no one, not even closest friends or family had ever seen before, or probably ever would.
next
To be next to her was to have everything.
hurt morning pain
She told me her father taught her to live life way beyond the cusp of it, way out in the outer reaches where most people never had the guts to go, where you got hurt. Where there was unimaginable beauty and pain ... They were always reminding themselves to stop measuring life in coffee spoons, mornings and afternoons, to keep swimming way, way down to the bottom of the ocean to find where the mermaids sang, each to each. Where there was danger and beauty and light. Only the now.
life being-yourself dark
It’s easy to be yourself in the dark.
letting-go lonely america
...I couldn't let go of the thought that it had, in fact, been he, restless and moody Heathcliff. Day after day, he floated through all the Wal-Marts in America, searching for me in a million lonely aisles.
sweet epic greek
Those around you can have their novellas, sweet, their short stories of cliché and coincidence, occasionally spiced up with tricks of the quirky, the achingly mundane, the grotesque. A few will even cook up Greek tragedy, those born into misery, destined to die in misery. But you, my bride of quietness, you will craft nothing less than epic with your life. Out of all of them, your story will be the one to last.