Hank Cradic

“that was when it happened. A click of her jaw, like a pit bull’s or cobra’s unlocking”
― Megan Abbott, Give Me Your Hand

“I was an estructuralist at the age of seven, which is about the right age for it.”
― William Golding, A moving target

“And yet he kept sticking to her life like gum on the sole of her shoe, either on the Net or in real life. On the Net was OK. There he was no more than electrons and words. In real life, standing on her doorstep, he was still fucking attractive. And he knew her secrets just as she knew all of his.”
― Stieg Larsson, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest

“You walk for days among trees and among stones. Rarely does the eye light on a thing, and then only when it has recognized that thing as the sign of another thing: a print in the sand indicates the tiger's passage; a marsh announces a vein of water; the hibiscus flower, the end of winter. All the rest is silent and interchangeable; trees and stones are only what they are.”
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities