There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner.
Diane SetterfieldThe 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.
Diane SetterfieldWhat better way to get to know someone than through her choice and treatment of books?
Diane SetterfieldThere was no single moment when I thought, Aha! What a great idea! Rather there was a slow and gradual accumulation of numerous small ideas.
Diane SetterfieldThe tears I gratified him with were fake ones. Ones that set off my green eyes the way diamonds set off emeralds. And it worked. If you dazzled a man with green eyes, he will be so hypnotized that he wonโt notice there is someone inside the eyes spying on him. โ Vida Winters Page 268
Diane Setterfield