There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner.
Diane SetterfieldDo they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so.
Diane SetterfieldOne needs no particular talent to be polite. On the contrary, being nice is what's left when you've failed at everything else.
Diane SetterfieldThere 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.
Diane Setterfield