Top 100 Diane Setterfield Quotes
#1. I am always happy up a ladder with a paintbrush in my hand. And I wish I had more time to spend in the garden - not least because I get good ideas for writing when I'm out there.
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#2. A story so cherished it has to be dressed in casualness to disguise its significance in case the listener turned out to be unsympathetic.
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#3. Prescription: 'Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Case Book of Sherlock Holmes. Take ten pages, twice a day, til end of course.
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#4. Opening the book, i inhaled. the smell of old books, so sharp, so dry you can taste it.
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#5. L'appetit vient en mangeant. Appetite comes by eating. Your appetite will come back, but it must be met halfway. You must want it to come.
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#6. We live like latecomers to the theater; we must catch up as best we can, divining the begging from the shape of later events.
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#7. 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.
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#9. They stood in silence, looking at floorboards and corners of cornices and other such insignificances, their curiosity and compassion at the ready. They were waiting so hard that when the door cracked and Bellman appeared, they jumped.
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#10. The imagination is a healthy thing, and a great many scientific discoveries could not have been made without it, but it need to be harnessed to some serious object if it is to come to anything.
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#11. I made a resolution to telephone my mother the next day, but it was a safe resolution; no one can hold you to a decision made in middle of the night.And then my spine sent me an alarm. A presence. Here. Now. At my side.
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#12. 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.
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#14. Yesterday or the day before, while I had been going about my business, quietly and in private, some unknown person - some stranger - had gone to the trouble of marking my name onto this envelope. Who was it who had had his mind's eye on me while I hadn't suspected a thing?
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#15. 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.
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#16. Of course I recognized it. How could I not, for I had read it goodness knows how many times. 'Jane Eyre,' I said wonderingly.
'You recognized it? Yes, it is. I asked a man in a library. It's by Charlotte someone. She had a lot of sisters, apparently.
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#17. You have to relax, write what you write. It sounds easy but it's really, really hard. One of the things it took me longest to learn was to trust the writing process.
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#18. What better way to get to know someone than through her choice and treatment of books?
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#19. He has explained why it is that ambiguity touches his heart more nearly than the death and marriage style of finish that i prefer.
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#20. 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.
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#22. There are times when the human face and body can express the yearning of the heart so accurately that you can, as they say, read them like a book. Do not abandon me.
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#23. My mother and I were like two continents moving slowly but inexorably apart; my father, the bridge builder, constantly extending the fragile edifice he had constructed to connect us.
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#24. Sometimes you can know things. Things about yourself. Things from before you can remember.
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#25. Since we are on the topic of ravens, a collective noun for ravens is an unkindness. This is somewhat puzzling to Thought and Memory.
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#26. If you dazzle a man with green eyes, he'll be so hypnotized that he won't notice there is something inside the eyes spying on him.
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#27. We live like latecomers at the theatre; we must catch up as best we can, dividing the beginning from the shape of later events.
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#28. Without the past to cast its long shadow, might you see the future more clearly?
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#29. But only when it was too late did they realize the price they must pay for escaping their destiny. Every Happy Ever After was tainted. Fate, at first so amenable, so reasonable, so open to negotiation, ends up by exacting a cruel revenge for happiness.
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#30. Her eyes were too full of beauty to leave room for anything so mundane as intelligence.
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#31. Miss Winter restored to me the virginal qualities of the novice reader, and then with her stories she ravished me.
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#32. One gets so used to one's own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.
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#33. 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.
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#34. No one can hold you to a decision made in the middle of the night.
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#35. All children mythologise 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 story. And nothing is more telling than a story.
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#36. You leave the previous book with idea's and themes - characters even - caught in the fibers of your clothing - and when you open a new book, they are still with you.
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#37. People with ambition don't give a damn what other people think of them.
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#38. So they became friends, the way old married couples often do, and enjoyed the tender loyalty that awaits the lucky on the other side of passion, without ever living the passion itself.
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#39. The line between life and death is narrow and dark, and a bereaved twin lives closer to it than most.
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#40. I see people as haunted by the selves they don't know ... I don't have children, but I have nieces and nephews, and one thing I notice is how fascinated they are by stories of their lives before they can remember.
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#41. For several decades, I believed it was necessary to be extraordinary if you wanted to write, and since I wasn't, I gave up my ambition and settled down to a life of reading.
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#42. Ordinary people, untwins, seek their soulmate, take lovers, marry. Tormented by their incompleteness they strive to be part of a pair.
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#43. 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.
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#44. Human lives are not pieces of string that can be separated out from a knot of others and laid out straight. Familes are webs. Impossible to touch one part of it without setting the rest vibrating. Impossible to understand one part without having a sense of the whole.
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#45. Our clients' faces, with the customary outward paleness and inner glow of the book lover.
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#46. 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.
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#47. He has described in precise, measured words the beautiful desolation he feels at the close of novels where the message is that there is no end to human suffering, only endurance.
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#48. It was not the sun, but the moonlight that shimmered in the garden, edging the leaves with silver and touching the outlines of the statuary figures.
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#49. The funeral was over, at last I could cry. Except that I couldn't. My tears, kept in too long, had fossilized. They would have to stay in forever now.
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#50. I looked out into the dead garden. Against the fading light, my shadow hovered in the glass, looking into the dead room. What did she make of us? I wondered. What did she think of our attempts to persuade ourselves that this was life and that we were really living it?
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#51. Silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words.
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#52. Boys do not leave their boyhood behind when they leave off their school uniform.
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#53. She will not be clever, but still, I see no reason why she should not one day lead a satisfying life separately from her sister. Perhaps she might even marry. All men do not seek intelligence in a wife, and Emmeline is very affectionate.
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#54. My liking for Scandinavian crime fiction led me into exploring literary writers from the same countries.
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#55. But silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words. Without them they grown pale, sicken and die. And then they haunt you.
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#56. People whose lives are not balanced by a healthy love of money suffer from an appalling obsession with personal integrity.
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#57. Miss Lea, it doesn't do to get attached to these secondary characters. It's not their story.
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#58. 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.
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#59. Endings that are muted, but which echo longer in the memory than louder, more explosive denouements.
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#60. He turned from the daughters of minor aristocrats to those of farriers, farmers and foresters. Personally he couldn't tell the difference, yet the world seemed to mind less.
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#61. I know there are people who don't read fiction at all, and I find it hard to understand how they can bear to be inside the same head all the time.
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#62. The wealth they had accumulated from retail needed to hide its origins, for it is well known that the purity of gold increases the further removed it is from labor.
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#63. We are made of the stories we have heard and read all through our lives.
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#64. My story - my own personal story - ended before my writing began. Storytelling has only ever been a way of filling in the time since everything finished.
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#65. Someone had told him once that the desire to do something well is a good indicator of talent.
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#67. Rebuilt in Victorian times, it retained the modesty of its medieval origins. Small and neat, its spire indicated the direction of heaven without trying to pierce a hole in it.
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#68. An unrested mind is prone to wander into unfruitful avenues; it is nothing that a good night's sleep cannot cure.
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#69. Families are webs. Impossible to touch one part of it without setting the rest vibrating.
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#70. There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.
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#71. Art, its completeness, its formedness, its finishedness, had no power to console. Words on the other hand, were a lifeline. They left their hushed rhythm behind, a counter to the slow in and out of Emmeline's breathing.
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#72. 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.
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#73. A good story is always more dazzling than a broken piece of truth.
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#74. A great many people, he had noticed, spent large parts of their time worrying about things they were powerless to alter. Had they concentrated all this energy on things they could influence, think how different their lives would be.
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#75. Certainly for myself I believe I would always wish to know the truth, but then I also wish to never have to face a truth I cannot bear. Being able to look truth in the face might be brave, or it might just mean you have been lucky in the truth you were dealt.
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#76. The hours between eight in the evening and one or two in the morning have always been my magic hours. Against the blue candlewick bedspread the white pages of my open book, illuminated by a circle of lamplight, were the gateway to another world.
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#78. Emmeline didn't call me anything. She didn't need, for I was always there. You only need names for the absent.
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#79. There was no single moment when I thought, Aha! What a great idea! Rather there was a slow and gradual accumulation of numerous small ideas.
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#80. And is it better to know?" he asked me.
"I can't tell you. But once you know, it's impossible to go back.
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#81. She was a do-gooder, which means that all the ill she did, she did without realizing it.
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#82. But she had that laugh, and the sound of it was so beautiful that when you heard it, it was as if your eyes saw her through your ears and she was transformed.
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#83. After a great many questions I eventually ascertained that he is suffering from some kind of disorder of the mind. Is there anything more sorrowful than a brain whose proper function has been disrupted?
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#84. 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.
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#85. I shall start at the beginning. Though of coarse, the beginning is never where you think it is.
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#87. 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. Same goes for stories.
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#88. For nearly sixty years I have eavesdropped with impunity on the lives of people who do not exist.
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#90. Rose waited for the night to bring her the same comfort. It didn't. Her mother was dead ... she was now too exhausted to sleep
and too heartbroken to weep.
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#91. There are too many books in the world to read in a single lifetime; you have to draw the line somewhere.
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#92. Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother, but the rest of the time there was none. This story is about one of those other times.
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#95. I reached for the prescription. In a vigorous scrawl, he inked: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Case Book of Sherlock Holmes. Take ten pages, twice a day, till end of course.
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#96. My mother says that after I first visited the home of the man I later married, she knew it was serious when I told her, 'Mum, he has more books than me!' So, books are at the very heart of my life.
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#97. The addictive pleasure of abandoning yourself to a book, of losing consciousness of your worries, your body, and your surroundings, to become a ghost haunting other worlds has influenced me in many ways.
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#99. I was in a kind of no-man's-land, a place between places. The mind plays all sorts of tricks, gets up to all kinds of things while we ourselves are slumbering in a white zone that looks for all the world like inattention to the onlooker.
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#100. Though my appetite for food grew frail, my hunger for books was constant.
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