But how,โ said Charles, who was close to tears, โhow can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?โ Henry lit a cigarette. โI prefer to think of it,โ he had said, โas redistribution of matter.
Donna TarttThere's nothing like having a sympathetic reader who asks the right questions, who understands what you're trying to achieve and only wants to make it better.
Donna TarttI believe, in a funny way, the job of the novelist is to be out there on the fringes and speaking for an experience that has not really been spoken for.
Donna TarttBut sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.
Donna Tartt