Quotes About Susanna

#1. Was insanity just a matter of dropping the act? - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#2. ...in the old days, silvery bells would often sound just as some Englishman or Englishwoman of particular virtue or beauty was about to be stolen away by fairies to live in strange, ghostly lands for ever. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#3. In theater and dance, I was trying to win someone's approval, trying to get in, trying to be good. It felt out of my control, whereas music suddenly felt like this free expression. It was fun. - Author: Susanna Hoffs

#4. Translation: I need to know the particulars of craziness so I can assure myself that I'm not crazy. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#5. When Sue Wears Red When Susanna Jones wears red Her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the age. Come with a blast of trumpets, Jesus! When Susanna Jones wears red A queen from some time-dead Egyptian night Walks once again. Blow trumpets, Jesus! And - Author: Mary D. Esselman

#6. When I was 23, I went to work for Jack Nicholson reading scripts. Later, I was married to a production designer named Richard Sylbert. So I lived in Los Angeles for ten years. - Author: Susanna Moore

#7. Into the air. There was love here - not perfect, but strong, - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#8. People ask, How did you get in there? What they really want to know is if they are likely to end up in there as well. I can't answer the real question. All I can tell them is, It's easy. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#9. To Strange's unnautical eye, it looked very much as if the ship had simply lain down and gone to sleep. He felt that if he had been the Captain he would have spoken to her sternly and made her get up again. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#10. This was what was wonderful, standing alone in the big, soft night rewriting the past to make myself miss what had never been. Now that it was over, I could turn the past into anything I wanted. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#11. But a soldier ought not to dwell too long on such matters. His life is full of hardship and he must take his pleasure where he can. Though he may take time to reflect upon the cruelties that he sees, place him among his comrades and it is almost impossible for his spirits not to rise. Strange - Author: Susanna Clarke

#12. Arabella, like a sweet, compliant woman and good wife, put all thoughts of her new curtains aside for the moment and assured both gentlemen that in such a cause it was no trouble to her to wait. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#13. A patrol had been sent out to look at the road between two towns, but some Portuguese had come along and told the patrol that this was one of the English magician's roads and was certain to disappear in an hour or two taking everyone upon it to Hell - or possibly England. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#14. We face a dark future if children stop asking questions, Susanna, Goody Alsop remarked. - Author: Deborah Harkness

#15. Unfortunately, Childermass's French was so strongly accented by his native Yorkshire that Minervois did not understand and asked Strange if Childermass was Dutch. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#16. Alan Moore is a peculiarly unsung triumph of British culture, and Northampton, where he was born in 1953, the son of brewery worker Ernest and printer Sylvia, is where you must go to find him. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#17. We talked about how we were going to be roommates and live together forever. Yeah, even I knew we were just making silly talk with that, but a part of me really hoped that it was true. - Author: Susanna Hays

#18. I basically taught myself how to sing and play by copying records, and that's just how it was for me. I know that's true for a lot of budding musicians out there - that's the thing that gets them inspired, is trying to learn their favorite songs. I think it's a great way to teach yourself. - Author: Susanna Hoffs

#19. For, though the room was silent, the silence of half a hundred cats is a peculiar thing, like fifty individual silences all piled one on top of another. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#20. Writing can't be taught. - Author: Susanna Moore

#21. Was there another Celia Sands? - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#22. A tragi-comedy, telling of an impoverished minister's desperate attempts to gain money by any means, beginning with a mercenary marriage and ending with sorcery. I should think it might be received very well. I believe I shall call it, ' Tis Pity She's a Corpse. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#23. The firebird drops a feather, was his summary, and if you're fool enough to pick it up and chase the bird itself, you're in for trouble. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#24. New York is like a big dinner party. You have to be very careful about what you say and do because you never know whose feet are touching under the table. - Author: Susanna Moore

#25. It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of
warm earth. Suicide weather. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#26. If I could have any job in the world I'd be a professional Cinderella. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#27. But these people were judged very stupid by their friends. Was not Jonathan Strange known to be precisely the sort of whimsical, contradictory person who would publish against himself? - Author: Susanna Clarke

#28. Maybe, there's a moment growing up when something peels back ... Maybe, maybe, we look for secrets because we can't believe our mind. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#29. Such is the endless dilemma of dialect. Not every reader will ever agree with the way that I handle it, no matter how hard I work to keep everything readable. But again it's that balance I have to maintain between keeping it easy and keeping it real, and I know that I'll never please everyone. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#30. Tis better never to be named than to be ill spoken of. - Author: Susanna Centlivre

#31. Some things weren't meant to live in cages. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#32. There is a book waiting for him upon the library table; his eyes fancy they still follow its lines of type, his head still runs upon its argument, his fingers itch to take it up again. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#33. The governess was not much liked in the village. She was too tall, too fond of books, too grave, and, a curious thing, never smiled unless there was something to smile at. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#34. When I was nine, I was taught to ride a surfboard in Waikiki by the beach boy Rabbit Kekai. - Author: Susanna Moore

#35. He knew that there was a world of difference between these two notions: one was sane and the other was not, but he could not for the life of him remember which was which. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#36. In familiar surroundings our manners are cheerful and easy, but only transport us to places where we know no one and no one knows us, and Lord! how uncomfortable we become! - Author: Susanna Clarke

#37. Readers in general are not fond of dialect, and I don't blame them. I've read books myself that I've had to put down because sounding out every speech gave me a headache. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#38. One of them is married and another is engaged and the third cannot make up her mind. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#39. A Nottinghamshire man called Tubbs wished very much to see a fairy and, from thinking of fairies day and night, and from reading all sorts of odd books about them, he took it into his head that his coachman was a fairy. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#40. I only wish he had not married," said Mr. Norell fretfully. "Magicians have no business marrying. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#41. I had an inspiration once. I woke up one morning and I knew that it was my task to swallow fifty asprin.It was my task:my job for the day.-17 Girl Interrupted - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#42. Unshed tears leave a deposit on your heart. Eventually they form a crust around it and paralyze it, the way mineral deposits paralyze a washing machine. - Author: Susanna Tamaro

#43. It's a fairly accurate portrait of me at eighteen, minus a few quirks like reckless driving and eating binges. It's accurate but it isn't profound. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#44. While discretion points out the impropriety of my conduct, inclination urges me on to ruin. - Author: Susanna Rowson

#45. And how is dear Patrick the Protester? What's he on about this week? Saving the dormice? Blocking the bypass?" "Battling the logging industry, actually. Chaining himself to trees. But only at the weekend," I explained. "He doesn't have so much free time, now he's married." "Ah. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#46. My children are as at home in the Port Elgin library as I used to be, and they've sat in the cinema seats where I sat with their aunt every Saturday afternoon, watching the matinee movies. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#47. By the time we hit the streets they were silent and closed in on us, and they had assumed the Nonchalant Look, an expression that said, I am not a nurse escorting six lunatics to the ice cream parlor. But they were, and we were their six lunatics, so we behaved like lunatics. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#48. Now I was safe, now I was really crazy, and nobody could take me out of there. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#49. I went to UC Berkeley for college, and it was during the period when the whole punk movement was happening. - Author: Susanna Hoffs

#50. And does he like blondes, as well?'
Rob laughed. I had forgotten just how great a laugh he had. 'No, he prefers, dark haired women. You've nothing to fear from the Sentinel, Nicola. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#51. And all the nursemaids and kitchen maids I ever knew when I was a child, always had a aunt, who knew a woman, whose first cousin's boy had been put into just such a box, and had never been seen again. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#52. A walk through the storage facility of the community museum where I worked might easily have convinced you that people in the past wore only wedding dresses, carried silver candlesticks, and played with porcelain dolls. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#53. If it is true that men have souls that do survive them," he went on, ignoring me, "and if those souls are born again to life, you need not worry that my ghost will haunt you. I'll haunt you in the flesh, instead. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#54. [A] smile is the most becoming
ornament that any lady can wear. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#55. Lord Byron ! Of course!" cried Dr Greysteel. "I forgot all about him! I must go and warn him to be discreet." "I think it's a little late for that, sir," said Frank. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#56. My first singing role was as Susanna in a school production in a shortened form of Mozart's The Marriage of Figaro. I loved to sing and I was given lots of encouragement by a wonderful music teacher Mrs Ann Hill and by my parents who suggested I go to drama school. - Author: Elaine Paige

#57. It is curious and we magicians collect curiosities, you know. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#58. How quickly was every bad thing discovered to be the fault of the previous administration (an evil set of men who wedded general stupidity to wickedness of purpose). - Author: Susanna Clarke

#59. I have a scholar's love of silence and solitude. To sit and pass hour after hour in idle chatter with a roomful of strangers is to me the worst sort of torment. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#60. Which demomstrates the sad poverty of English launguage ... - Author: Susanna Clarke

#61. My family had a lot of characteristics - achievements, ambitions, talents, expectations - that all seemed to be recessive in me. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#62. I always really liked magicians. I'm not even sure why - except that they know things other people don't, and they live in untidy rooms full of strange objects. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#63. Romantic fiction, in the broader sense, can be any novel that has a love story somewhere in it. It can be a mystery or a historical novel, as long as it has this very strong romantic thread running through it. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#64. I can't express how wonderful it is to get feedback when you've been sort of in a bubble working on something and then you release it to the world and hope for the best. It's like the birth of a musical baby. - Author: Susanna Hoffs

#65. And in the end, I lost him. I did it on purpose, the way Garance lost
Baptiste in the crowd. I needed to be alone, I felt. I wanted to be going on alone to my future. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#66. The very basis of true peace of mind is a benevolent wish to see all the world as happy as one's self ... - Author: Susanna Rowson

#67. I would if somebody would want to but of course nobody would want to so I wouldn't want to force anybody to want to. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#68. Drawing teaches habits of close observation that will always be useful. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#69. With characteristic exuberance Tom named this curiously constructed
house Castel des Tours saunz Nowmbre, which means the Castle of
Innumerable Towers. David Montefiore had counted the innumerable
towers in 1764. There were fourteen of them. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#70. Bright yellow leaves flowed swiftly upon the dark, almost-black water, making patterns as they went. To Mr. Segundus the patterns looked a little like magical writing. 'But then,' he thought, 'So many things do. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#71. I wasn't convinced I was crazy, though I feared I was. Some people say that having any conscious opinion on the matter is a mark of sanity, but I'm not sure that's true. I still think about it. I'll always have to think about it. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#72. In his madness and his blindness he was Lear and Gloucester combined. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#73. The next day Mrs Honeyfoot told her husband that John Segundus was exactly what a gentleman should be, but she feared he would never profit by it for it was not the fashion to be modest and quiet and kind-hearted. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#74. Hope rarely enters into it. 'Tis action moves the world. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#75. The meat was bruised, bleeding, and imprisoned in a tight wrapping. And, though I had a six-month respite from thinking about it, so was I. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#76. Oh, Mr Norrell! Such a noodle I am upon occasion! - Author: Susanna Clarke

#77. It's the pursuit of love and happiness that is the driving force of the romantic novel. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#78. It would need someone very remarkable to recover your name, Stephen, someone of rare perspicacity, with extraordinary talents and incomparable nobility of character. Me, in fact. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#79. The love withheld is always the love we long for most. - Author: Susanna Tamaro

#80. The heart that is truly virtuous is ever inclined to pity and forgive the errors of its fellow-creatures. - Author: Susanna Rowson

#81. Once you start parsing a face, it's a peculiar item: squishy, pointy, with lots of air vents and wet spots. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#82. Ah, Hope! what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of today, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow. - Author: Susanna Moodie

#83. There is thought, and then there is thinking about thoughts, and they don't feel the same. They must reflect quite different aspects of brain function. The point is, the brain talks to itself, and by talking to itself changes its perceptions. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#84. So, you see, my heart is held forever by this place," she said. "I cannot leave. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#85. Maybe I was just flirting with madness the way I flirted with my teachers and my classmates. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#86. With his long hair as ragged as rain and as black as thunder, he would have looked quite at home upon a windswept moor, or lurking in some pitch-black alleyway, or perhaps in a novel by Mrs. Radcliffe. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#87. She rushed out, because the darkness in the theater was too much when combined with the darkness in her head . - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#88. But in order to be strong, you have to love yourself, and in order to love yourself, you need thorough self-knowledge, you need to know everything about yourself, including your most hidden secrets, the ones most difficult to accept. - Author: Susanna Tamaro

#89. John Longridge, the cook at Harley-street, had suffered from low spirits for more than thirty years, and he was quick to welcome Stephen as a newcomer to the freemasonry of melancholy. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#90. I'm looking for a man. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#91. I have been quite put out of temper this morning and someone ought to die for it. - Author: Susanna Clarke

#92. I might have asked, figured her out, led her to open up. I was good at that. But I didn't inquire, a punishment. I didn't let anger go, habit from the dangerous family I'd left behind, from being leery of women. I was good at that, too, the guarded disappointment. - Author: Susanna Sonnenberg

#93. I grew up in a very small town where nearly everyone knew each other, and odds were that whatever you said about a person would make it back to them by nightfall - something incomers learned, to their frequent embarrassment. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#94. Emptiness and boredom: what a complete understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair and boredom. - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#95. A Man that wants Money thinks none can be unhappy that has it ... - Author: Susanna Centlivre

#96. I'm sure it was a good house in its time as well, but sometimes what is left behind when something has been lost is even better than the thing that came before. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#97. She had on a blue bonnet, and with a pair of lovely eyes of the same colour, has contrived to make me feel devilish odd about the heart. - Author: Susanna Rowson

#98. You want to watch him, Julia," he told me. "He may look harmless enough, but appearances can be deceiving." Geoff grinned. "That's slander, that is. You know I always behave like a perfect gentleman." "Right then, Sir Galahad," Iain said dryly. - Author: Susanna Kearsley

#99. I'm your mind", it claims. "You can't parse ME into dendrites and synapses - Author: Susanna Kaysen

#100. I always lov'd Precaution, and took care to avoid Dangers. But when a thing was past, I ever had Philosophy to be easie. - Author: Susanna Centlivre