Diane Setterfield Quotes

Wall of yew twice

«Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Los casos de Sherlock Holmes. Tomar diez páginas, dos veces al día, hasta finalizar el tratamiento».

A single lupine exhalation could reduce it to rubble.

Pasaulē ir pārāk daudz grāmatu, lai tās izlasītu vienas dzīves laikā; kaut kur ir jānovelk svītra.

A few paces behind, I followed him.

A hundred hands wanted shaking, a hundred tongues expressed their condolences. Thank you, said William, and Kind of you, endlessly. Between his uncle and the helpfulness of the Misses Young and all th...

A letter. For me. That was something of an event. The crisp-cornered envelope, puffed up with its thickly folded contents, was addressed in a hand that must have given the postman a certain amount of...

All children mythologize their birth. It is a universal trait. You want to know someone? Heart, mind and soul? Ask him to tell you about when he was born. What you get won’t be the truth; it will be a...

All my unsaid words went back to wherever they had been all these years.

All the grief I had kept at bay for years by means of books and bookcases approached me now.

And now, dear reader, the story is over. It is time for you to cross the bridge once more and return to the world you came from. This river, which is and is not the Thames, must continue flowing witho...

And there is more: what we see on a map is only the half of it. A river no more begins at its source than a story begins with the first page. Take Trewsbury Mead, for instance. That photograph, do you...

And yet I cannot pretend that the reading I have done in my adult years matches in its impact on my soul the reading I did as a child. I still believe in stories. I still forget myself when I am in th...

As is well known, when the moon hours lengthen, human beings come adrift from the regularity of their mechanical clocks. They nod at noon, dream in waking hours, open their eyes wide to the pitch-blac...

Fate, at first so amenable, so reasonable, so open to negotiation, ends up by exacting a cruel revenge for happiness.

For me to see is to read. It has always been that way.

For one thing, the river that flows ever onwards is also seeping sideways, irrigating the fields and land to one side and the other. It finds its way into wells and is drawn up to launder petticoats a...

Have you got a birthday? Aurelius asked. Yes. I’ve got a birthday. All my unsaid words went back to wherever they had been all these years. I’ll make a note of it, shall I? he said brightly. Then I ca...

I believe you, I repeated, my tongue thick with all the waiting words. I’ve had that feeling, too. Knowing things you can’t know. From before you can remember. And there it was again! A sudden movemen...

Never let time be your master,' Bellman told Verney when he asked about it. 'If you want to do something, take it on. Time will always make itself.