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| ee869aa | I was shocked and thrilled by what Mary-Ann told me, but I had difficulty in believing it. I had read too many novels and had learnt too much at school not to know a good deal about love, but I thought it was a matter that only concerned young people. I could not conceive that a man with a beard, who had sons as old as I, could have any feelings of that sort. I thought when you married all that was finished. That people over thirty should b.. | W. Somerset Maugham | ||
| 35877a6 | The nurse expelled air. "Who knows? The X-ray technicians went on strike. We're run off our feet." She hurried off to answer a doctor's call from the corridor. Great. The season of greves. Spring must be coming." | Cara Black | ||
| 90c1bb0 | All the what ifs in life were encompassed in that long pause. | Cara Black | ||
| 8fe3655 | What's wrong with you, Daniel? How can you laugh about these things?" And I'm like, 'Cause crying only gets you halfway there, duh." | crying laughing | Cara Hoffman | |
| 0044e95 | Not many of us will be able to go, because a crowd that large would draw too much attention. Evelyn won't let us leave without a fight, so I thought it would be best to recruit people who I know to be experienced with surviving danger." I glance at Tobias. We certainly are experienced with danger. "Christina, Tris, Tobias, Tori, Zeke, and Peter are my selections," Cara says. "You have all proven your skills to me in one way or another, and .. | Veronica Roth | ||
| 5ff795e | Cuando el miedo y el frio hacen de ti una estatua en tu propia cama, no ansies que la Verdad pura y dura acuda en tu auxilio. Lo que necesitas es el mullido consuelo de un relato. La proteccion balsamica, adormecedora, de una mentira. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 76340b0 | Sin duda, una buena historia deslumbra mucho mas que un pedazo de verdad. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| ee211f0 | Sara che le emozioni hanno un odore, o un sapore; sara che le trasmettiamo inconsapevolmente inviando vibrazioni nell'aria. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| f251cd4 | 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 these other people, William was never alone, not for an hour, except to sleep. He went to bed with the distant, certain expectation that overnight the world would put itself right. He slept for long hours: endless, dreamless sleep, which did not.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| eb2c7c7 | Todos tenemos nuestros dolores, y aunque la forma, el peso y las dimensiones del dolor son diferentes para cada persona, el color del dolor es comun a todos nosotros. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| b9ab1cb | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Los casos de Sherlock Holmes. Tomar diez paginas, dos veces al dia, hasta finalizar el tratamiento>>. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 2372cb4 | Life is compost. You think that a strange thing to say, but it's true. All my life and all my experience, the events that have befallen me, the people I have known, all my memories, dreams, fantasies, everything I have ever read, all of that has been chucked onto the compost heap, where over time it had rotted down to a dark, rich, organic mulch. The process of cellular breakdown makes it unrecognizable. Other people call it the imagination.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| b1f1a4a | It doesn't do to get attached to these secondary characters. It's not their story. They come and go, and when they go, they're gone for good. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 322c7d3 | reality, the picnickers were sweltering beneath their clothes, the champagne was warm, and if anyone had thought to take their shoes off they would have had to walk through goose droppings. Still, they were willing to feign jollity, in the hope that their pretense would encourage the real thing. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 7b92239 | At first the boys were puzzled by illness. They looked at their father from the other side of a wall of pain, bewildered that their father stood writing in his book, when he had only to reach over the division and lift them clear of it. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 72c030c | Seventeen years being neither a very short nor a very long time, Phillip was remembered and misremembered in equal measure. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 1b37f6a | I'd expected that I would expand to fit the experience automatically, that I would get my first glimpse of the person I was destined to be. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| bc90403 | Again she missed God. She had shared everything with him. From childhood she had gone to him with every question, doubt, delight, and triumph. He had accompanied every advance in her thinking; in action he had been her daily collaborator. But God was gone. This was something she was going to have to work out by herself. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 6ba8f70 | For at eight o'clock the world came to an end. It was reading time. The hours between eight in the evening and one or two in the morning have always been my magic hours. | time | Diane Setterfield | |
| c583bcc | One of the best ways of avoiding his torments was to be ignorant about something and let him put you straight. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| e658df0 | It was solstice night, the longest night of the year. For weeks the days had been shrinking, first gradually, then precipitously, so that it was now dark by mid-afternoon. 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-black night. It is a time of magic. And as the borders between night and day.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| ef9eda8 | All evidence of the house ghost reasserting herself. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 3ea84d1 | She was too old to be young and other women her age had been crossed off the list of women suitable for appraisal, | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 18ea3da | Everybody has a story. It's like families. You might not know who they are, might have lost them, but they exist all the same. You might drift apart or you might turn your back on them, but you can't say you haven't got them. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 12e2ef7 | Tributaries A river on a map is a simple thing. Our river starts at Trewsbury Mead, and follows a course of some two hundred and thirty-six miles to reach the sea at Shoeburyness. But anyone who takes the trouble to follow its route, whether by boat or on foot, cannot help being aware that, furlong by furlong, singleness of direction is not its most obvious feature. En route the river does not seem particularly intent on reaching its destin.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| f79db71 | Along the borders of this world lie others. There are places you can cross. This is one such place. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| e401b4b | fields and land to one side and the other. It finds its way into wells and is drawn up to launder petticoats and be boiled for tea. It is sucked into root membranes, travels up cell by cell to the surface, is held in the leaves of watercress that find themselves in the soup bowls and on the cheeseboards of the county's diners. From teapot or soup dish, it passes into mouths, irrigates complex internal biological networks that are worlds in .. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 3796296 | Joe the storyteller was remembered at the Swan for a long, long time. And though eventually there came a day when the man himself was forgotten, his stories lived on. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 622e955 | spaces beneath our feet, in the fractures and voids in the rock, in caverns and fissures and channels, there are waterways as numerous, as meandering, as circuitous, as anything aboveground. The beginning of the Thames is not the beginning--or, rather, it is only to us that it seems like a beginning. In fact Trewsbury Mead might not be the beginning in any case. There are those who say it's the wrong place. The not-even-the-beginning is not.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 0a22edc | Ah, tributaries! That's what I was meaning to come to. The Churn, the Key, the Ray, the Coln, the Leach, and the Cole: in these upper reaches of the Thames, these are the streams and rivulets that come from elsewhere to add their own volume and momentum to that of the Thames. And tributaries are about to join this story. We might, in the quiet hour before dawn, leave this river and this long night and trace the tributaries back, to see not .. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| e2ae14c | I see," she said softly, nodding her head as though she really did. "Well, it's your business, of course." She turned her hand in her lap and stared into her damaged palm. "You are at liberty to say nothing, if that is what you want. But silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words. Without them they grow pale, sicken and die. And then they haunt you." Her eyes swiveled back to me. "Believe me, Margaret. I know." | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 5efc504 | Avete presente quando cominciate a leggere un nuovo libro prima che la membrana di quello precedente abbia avuto il tempo di richiudersi dietro di voi? Quando lasciate il vecchio libro avete idee, argomenti - perfino personaggi - impigliati nelle fibre dei vestiti e, aprendo quello nuovo, scoprite che sono ancora con voi. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 3d2c851 | 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-black night. It is a time of magic. And as the borders between night and day stretch to their thinnest, so too do the borders between worlds. Dreams and stories merge with lived experience, the dead and the living brush against each other in their .. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 9dfb078 | Any governess, after the few hours I have had in this house, would have a full and clear picture of the task awaiting her, but he is a man, hence cannot see how tiresome it is to have explained at length what one has already fully understood. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| fc36a3b | He put an arm around me, "I know," he said. "I know." He didn't know, of course. Not really. And yet that was what he said, and I was soothed to hear it. For I knew what he meant. We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all. "I know," he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did." | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 26a1446 | Suggested Reading Louis Bayard, The Black Tower; Sarah Blake, Grange House; F. G. Cottam, The House of Lost Souls; Michael Cox, The Glass of Time; Mark Frost, The List of Seven; John Harwood, The Ghost Writer; Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale. | Susan Hill | ||
| 996b7db | Something happens and then something else happens and then all sorts of other things happen, expected and unexpected, unusual and ordinary. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 2659fe7 | 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 trouble. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 2f9f79b | A child is not an empty vessel.... to be formed in whatever way the parent thinks fit. They are born with their own hearts and they cannot be made otherwise, no matter what love a man lavishes on them. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 55ff01d | People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They c.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| c9b6708 | 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 remember? The one they were so quick to dismiss, because it wasn't picturesque? An ordinary ash in an ordinary field, they said, and so it appears, but look more closely. See this indentation in the ground, at the foot of the tree? See how it .. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 385e8bf | They sat on the bank. It was better to tell such stories close to the river than in a drawing room. Words accumulate indoors, trapped by walls and ceilings. The weight of what has been said can lie heavily on what might yet be said and suffocate it. By the river the air carries the story on a journey: one sentence drifts away and makes room for the next. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 0491ce6 | The echo of the first shot, like the first sip of whiskey, burning... | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| a1680d9 | Douglas Adams. Kurt Vonnegut. Neal Stephenson. Richard K. Morgan. Stephen King. Orson Scott Card. Terry Pratchett. Terry Brooks. Bester, Bradbury, Haldeman, Heinlein, Tolkien, Vance, Gibson, Gaiman, Sterling, Moorcock, Scalzi, Zelazny | Ernest Cline |