Mary

“She wiped her face with her left forearm and kicked the stalker's corpse with her sneakered foot. "Don't mess with Texas." I looked at her. She shrugged. "Seemed like the right thing to say.”
― Ilona Andrews, Clean Sweep

“In some ways it’s a relief to feel the pain of coming rains. It assures me that the storms in my head are real too. And that they will, as well, pass in time. I wonder if there’s a weather pattern for depression. A barometric pressure for anxiety. A bad wind for sleeplessness and fear. I wonder why I’m so much rain in bones and fog in thought.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I live with two extroverts, which is helpful in that they keep me from becoming a complete hermit but also terrible because they have no concept of the utter emotional and physical exhaustion that comes from living in a world that is too peoply.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Ah,” he said. “That’ll be the little bit of crime that we’ll have to embark on.” “Crime,” Stephanie said with a smile. “Finally.”
― Derek Landy, Skulduggery Pleasant