“Was not everything, after all, like this bewildering woodland, this dance of dark and light? Everything only a glimpse, the glimpse always unforeseen, and always forgotten.”
The Man Who Was Thursday / G.K. Chesterton
Then the man smiled, and his smile was a shock, for it was all on one side, going up the right cheek and down in the left.
There was nothing, rationally speaking, to scare anyone about this. Many people have this nervous trick of a crooked smile, and in many it is even attractive. But … with the dark dawn and the deadly errand and the loneliness on the great dripping stones, there was something unnerving in it.
The Man Who Was Thursday / G.K. Chesterton
“There are no vital and significant forms of art; there is only art, and precious little of that.”—Raymond Chandler, The Simple Art of Murder
“I am a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix.” —Sherlock Holmes
