Our clients' faces, with the customary outward paleness and inner glow of the book lover.
Diane SetterfieldThe 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.
Diane SetterfieldWhen I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic, yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.
Diane Setterfield