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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 062e8cb | In the prosperous household of Sylvie's childhood, Cook was called 'Cook' but Mrs Glover preferred 'Mrs Glover'. It made her irreplaceable. Sylvie still stubbornly referred to her as Cook. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 9a58873 | I don't actually live here," Reggie said. "Who does live here then?" "Ms. MacDonald, except that she doesn't because she's dead. Everyone's dead." "I'm not," Jackson said. "You're not." | Kate Atkinson | ||
| c201926 | Long lazy days like these will never come again in your life. You think they will but they won't.' -Sylvie | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 8da995f | People have the wrong idea about fairy tales, they think they're about being rescued by handsome princes, whereas really they're like Girl Guide handbooks. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| fc94f48 | What on earth was she doing with her life? Could she just get up and leave? | Kate Atkinson | ||
| c6b5561 | Maybe this was why people filled their house with stinking cats, so they didn't notice that they were alone, so they wouldn't die without a living soul noticing. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 066545f | Lily was a Fabian, a society suffragette who risked nothing | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 7482601 | From a gabled roof the rolling melon has two choices of descent, though both lead to disaster. | Andre Norton | ||
| 574d693 | It's funny, isn't it," Miss Woolf whispered in Ursula's ear, "how much German music we listen to. Great beauty transcends all. Perhaps after the war it will heal all too." -- | healing music peace war | Kate Atkinson | |
| 4f9718b | leaving | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 45f05d4 | Terri would have made the perfect wife for Bob - they could have simply slept their way through married life. Rip van Winkle and Duchess Anaesthesia, the lost, sleepy daughter of the Romanovs. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 0146541 | strangers? Millie's swan song on the stage, the last | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 7403f6c | Havisham. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 75d3870 | The gods were on the point of giving up when Brahma said, 'I know where we will hide man's divinity, we will hide it inside him. he will search the whole world but never look inside and find what is already within. | hidden | Kate Atkinson | |
| 75b1029 | Popular versurs literary--a false divide? | Kate Atkinson | ||
| d1c174a | Popular versus literary--a false divide? | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 5178ab4 | If an author was a god, then he was a very poor second-rate one, scrabbling around in the foothills of Olympus. | god | Kate Atkinson | |
| 6bea4cd | They were lucky. They'd been given history. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 5cd8abc | was there a store somewhere full of unwanted secrets? | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 28914ed | Was there a poet who written about skylarks? | kate-atkinson poet skylarks | Kate Atkinson | |
| 1fa4247 | There was just a beautiful, unearthly silence. He thought of the wood and the bluebells, the owl and the fox, a Hornby train trundling around his bedroom floor, the smell of a cake baking in the oven. The skylark ascending on his thread of song. F-Fox | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 7f6d799 | Sometimes," Sylvie said, "One can mistake gratitude for love." | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 698ade8 | feeling that always came with the rain and the dark. She'd just | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 66cdf88 | Life's random," he said. "The best you can do is pick up the pieces." | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 43ceeab | Love. Love wasn't sweet and light, it was visceral and overpowering. Love wasn't patient, love wasn't kind. Love was ferocious, love knew how to play dirty. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 75de38f | It's the side of reason that I'm on," Teddy said. "It just so happens that that's where you're always to be found and my mother rarely." -- | Kate Atkinson | ||
| b6c1673 | that one way or another the Germans were tracking them from the | Kate Atkinson | ||
| fcc3256 | It means acceptance. Whatever happens to you, embrace it, the good and the bad equally. Death is just one more thing to be embraced, I suppose. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| a4405c2 | aphorisms. "Not" | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 824d26b | everything was ephemeral, yet everything was eternal, | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 239bf45 | And with a massive roar the fifth wall comes down and the house of fiction falls, taking Viola and Sunny and Bertie with it. They melt into thin air and disappear. Pouf! | alternate-universe ending fiction fifth-wall kate-atkinson twist-ending | Kate Atkinson | |
| e8b670e | the hospital. He was the youthful partner of an older doctor | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 5dbfb39 | And when all else is gone, Art remains. | art art-remains kate-atkinson | Kate Atkinson | |
| 49d8324 | Numinous," Ursula said, breaking the silence eventually. "There's a spark of the divine in the world -- not God, er'er done with God, but something. Is it love? Not silly romantic love, but something more profound..." "I think it's perhaps something we don't have a name for," Teddy said. "We want to name everything. Perhaps that's where we've gone wrong." | kindness love | Kate Atkinson | |
| b57c511 | every increased possession loads us with weariness, and he's right." There" | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 1b54320 | Moira and the girls and they soon resumed their furtive | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 2b72047 | suspected everyone did--from Winnie, the least pulchritudinous, | Kate Atkinson | ||
| fe0d23f | He noticed that Ursula's ox-eye daisies, wrapped in damp newspaper, were drooping, almost dead. Nothing could be kept, he thought, everything ran through one's fingers like sand or water. Or time. Perhaps nothing should be kept. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| ca1dd39 | Not | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 2edbd36 | Mum had worshipped Princess Di and frequently lamented her passing. "Gone," she would say, shaking her head in disbelief. "Just like that. All that exercise for nothing." | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 8c830f8 | the grain had entered the shell (Sylvie's own metaphoric stance) and the pearl that would be Edward Beresford Todd began to grow until he was revealed into the sunshine that came before the Great War and lay happily for hours on end in his pram with nothing but a silver hare dangling from the pram hood for company. His | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 56b13ac | Viola hadn't seen Sunny for nearly ten years and in the interim he had turned into a complete human being. ("Perhaps the two things aren't unrelated," Bertie said.)" | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 98f768e | Nothing could be kept, he thought, everything ran through one's fingers like sand or water. Or time. Perhaps nothing should be kept. A monkish thought that he dismissed. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| f883a52 | Nancy fell in love with Viola at first sight of her. A coup de foudre, she said, more intense and overwhelming than any form of romantic love. Mother and daughter were each a world to the other, complete and unassailable. | Kate Atkinson |