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 SetterfieldBut 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.
Diane Setterfieldopening the book, i inhaled. the smell of old books, so sharp, so dry you can taste it.
Diane SetterfieldI've nothing against people who love truth. Apart from the fact that they make dull companions.
Diane Setterfield