But there can be no secrets in a house where there are children. — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“Oh, my poor child.” I felt the touch of Miss Winter’s hand on my shoulder, and while I cried over the corpses… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic, yearning for the lost pleasure… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
I see people as haunted by the selves they don't know... I don't have children, but I have nieces and nephews, and… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“He turned from the daughters of minor aristocrats to those of farriers, farmers and foresters. Personally he couldn't tell the difference, yet… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
All children mythologise their birth. It is a universal trait. You want to know someone? Heart, mind and soul? Ask him to… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“What if the child’s dependence on her twin is so great that the separation causes a mental trauma such that the damaged… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life and there has never been a time… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
I am human. Like all humans, I do not remember my birth. By the time we wake up to ourselves, we are… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic yearning for the lost pleasure… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“They are more real than the books on the shelves, books that are sketched with the barest hint of a line here and there,… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share
What better way to get to know someone than through her choice and treatment of books? — Diane Setterfield Copy Share
“I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time when reading… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share
“Yesterday or the day before, while I had been going about my business, quietly and in private, some unknown person—some stranger—had gone to the… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share
“But perhaps the answer is to stop writing altogether, for when I do write, even now as I write this very sentence, this very… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share
Our clients' faces, with the customary outward paleness and inner glow of the book lover. — Diane Setterfield Copy Share
“He felt something move in his chest, as though an organ had been removed and something unfamiliar left in its place. A sentiment he… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share
Still in my coat and hat, I sank onto the stair to read the letter. (I never read without making sure I am in… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share
I still believe in stories. I still forget myself when I am in the middle of a good book. Books are for me, it… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share
Of course I loved books more than people. Of course I valued "Jane Eyre" over the anonymous stranger...Of course all of Shakespeare was worth… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share
