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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e1fe032 | You want Interpol statistics? Three quarters of stolen art end up transited through a minimum of three countries, exchanged for goods including arms and gold. Recently, someone traded art for a restaurant chain in Slovakia." A means to an end. A kind of currency." | Cara Black | ||
| bf178a1 | The fact is," Cara continues, "the data network exists, and that is ethically questionable, but I believe it can work to our advantage here. Just as the computers can access data from other factions, they can data to other factions. If we sent the data you wished to rescue to every other faction, destroying it all would be impossible." "When you say 'we,'" I say, "are you implying that--" "That we would be going with you?" she says. "Obvi.. | Veronica Roth | ||
| 1f8630e | Fernando crouches next to one of the beds and takes out a box. He digs inside it for a few seconds, then picks up a small, round disc. It is made of a pale metal that I saw often in Erudite headquarters but have never seen anywhere else. He carries it toward me on his palm. When I reach for it, he jerks it away from me. "Careful!" he says. "I brought this from headquarters. It's not something we invented here. Were you there when they attac.. | Veronica Roth | ||
| 94f1751 | With all of my books I'm interested in where people come from in relation to who they are... | Bernardine Evaristo | ||
| fbc6c59 | Che) bel fin fa chi ben amando muore. | Bernardo Dovizi | ||
| d8b7ab2 | The substratum of mental activity must be sought only in ponderable matter. | Bernhard Riemann | ||
| 112cb27 | The souls of perished creatures shall... form the elements of the soul-life of the earth. | Bernhard Riemann | ||
| 8f3f810 | One of the first keys to success, he considered, was to recognize the difference between problems you could do something about and problems you could do nothing about. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 8ac7e43 | The super-hero is something that I think people struggle to make intensely apolitical. But it cannot help but be political, because the classical role of the super-hero is constantly to return to the status quo. The super-hero cannot help but be a figure for conservatism. | Patrick Meaney | ||
| 9f54c65 | I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time when reading was not my greatest joy. 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 the middle of a good book. Yet it is not the same. Books are, for me, it must be said, the most important th.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| f5ad1d1 | 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. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| d5798b3 | What is it that allows human beings to see through each other's pretendings? For I understood quite clearly in that moment that she was anxious. Perhaps emotions have a smell or taste; perhaps we transmit them unknowingly by vibrations in the air. Whatever the means, I knew just as surely that it was nothing about me in particular that alarmed her, but only the fact that I had come and was a stranger. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 1dca083 | There was no magic behind the silence - it was the soft-furnishings that did it. Overstuffed sofas were piled with velvet cushions; there were upholstered footstools, chaise longues, and armchairs; tapestries hung on the walls and were used as throws over upholstered furniture. Every floor was carpeted, every carpet overlaid with rugs. The damask that draped the windows also baffled the walls. Just as blotting paper absorbs ink, so all this.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| ad0a426 | Don't be so polite. If there's one thing I can't abide, it's politeness. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 300bc17 | For nearly sixty years I have eavesdropped with impunity on the lives of people who do not exist. I have peeped shamelessly into hearts and bathroom closets. I have leaned over shoulders to follow the movements of quills as they write love letters, wills and confessions. I have watched as lovers love, murderers murder and children play their make-believe. Prisons and brothels have opened their doors to me; galleons and camel trains have tra.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| d92559a | When one is nothing, one invents. It fills a void. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| f974a17 | The storyteller gave me a sideways look. "Miss Lea, it doesn't do to get attached to these secondary characters. It's not their story. They come and go, and when they're gone, they're gone for good. That is all there is to it." | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 6ba8713 | Perhaps it didn't matter, I told myself. Who was there to miss me? No one would suffer from my going. That was a blessing. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 4874acd | Adeline was made like a piece of wire with knots for knees and elbows. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 207e481 | I did not see the wolf when he came. I did not hear him. There was only this: A little before dawn I became aware of a hush, and I realized that the only breathing to be heard in the room was my own. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| e572f95 | made | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 26f3844 | Then something rang a bell in his mind. What | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 9af23d2 | Not even a ghost could survive here. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| e38a0ce | turquoise-and-green cloth that cloaked her body did not soften the rigidity of her frame. Her bright copper hair had been arranged into an elaborate confection of twists, curls and coils. Her face, as intricately lined as a map, was powdered white and finished with bold scarlet lipstick. In her lap, her hands were a cluster of rubies, emeralds and white, bony knuckles; only her nails, unvarnished, cut short and square like my own, struck an.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 7420a6e | What unnerved me more than all the rest were her sunglasses. I could not see her eyes but, as I remembered the inhuman green irises from the poster, her dark lenses seemed to develop the force of a searchlight; I had the impression that from behind them she was looking through my skin and into my very soul. I drew a veil over myself, masked myself in neutrality, hid behind my appearance. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| b571c02 | I was not transparent, that she could not see straight through me, | Diane Setterfield | ||
| efd9c2a | flat brown bangs, my straight skirt and navy cardigan. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 85d78bc | profusion of fat purple and red cushions. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 3254664 | We turned into the rose garden where the pruned bushes appeared as piles of dead twigs, but the elaborate borders of box that surrounded them in sinuous Elizabethan patterns twisted in and out of the moonlight, showing here silver, there black. A dozen times I would have lingered--a single ivy leaf turned at an angle to catch the moonlight perfectly; a sudden view of the great oak tree, etched with inhuman clarity against the pale sky--but .. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| aa560b1 | could just see the movements of Miss Winter's lashes. They crouched and quivered around the eye, like the long legs of a spider around its body. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 0f8f5c8 | I'm a storyteller." "I am a biographer." | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 58f4e0e | Don't you think one can tell the truth much better with a story? | Diane Setterfield | ||
| dddcdf7 | do you believe in ghosts? | Diane Setterfield | ||
| ae4b004 | I have written a number of short biographical studies of insignificant personages from literary history. My interest has always been in writing biographies of the also-rans: people who lived in the shadow of fame in their own lifetime and who, since their death, have sunk into profound obscurity. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| e0d4ee1 | copper curls turned. I was stunned. The glasses were gone. Green eyes, bright as glass and as real, | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 8908124 | she could not be less than seventy-three or -four, and to judge by her appearance, altered though it was by illness and makeup, she could be no more than eighty. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 8d615a0 | When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled. And during this time, these days when I read all day and half the night, when I slept under a counterpane strewn with books, when my sleep was black and dreamless and passed in a flash and I woke to read again--the lost joys of reading returned to me. Miss .. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 8d283b0 | I felt a strange sensation inside. Like the past coming to life. The watery stirring of a previous life turning in my belly, creating a tide that rose in my veins and sent cool wavelets to lap at my temples. The ghastly excitement of it. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 42bc2b7 | The almanac cut her and her babies adrift; she and they fell into the vast ocean of ordinary people, whose births and deaths and marriages are, like their loves and fears and breakfast preferences, too insignificant to be worth recording for posterity. Charlie, though, was a male. The almanac could stretch itself--just--to include him, though the dimness of insignificance was already casting its shadow. Information was scant. His name was C.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| beb0259 | as though if I looked hard enough, there would be revealed in the grain or the watermark of the paper itself the elucidation of the mystery. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 7360cd1 | stood with my hand on the handle of the third door. The rule of three, Miss Winter had said. But I wasn't in the mood for her story anymore. Her dangerous house with its indoor rain and trick mirror had lost its interest for me. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| ad2b22a | Just what kind of a person are you, Miss Lea?" I fixed my mask in place before replying" | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 1be9143 | What are your favorite books? What do you dream about? Whom do you love? | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 6812b6f | That name was Adeline March. | Diane Setterfield |