“On July 29, six days after I had arrived in Paris, Fin and I moved into the new lodgings on the top floor of the hotel next door, where, beyond the pigeons who occupied the window ledge, you could see… — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“Isn't it always unfair - death always a kind of outrage? A life ended too soon with jagged and torn edges, a sentence incomplete.” — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“Paris is an ocean," a lawyer called Honoré said to me in a bar on the place Vendôme later that night. We were very… — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“Beyond this point on the river Cambridge became a kind of miniature Venice, its river water lapping up against the ancient stone of college… — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“It's only when you've pieced together a story in several different ways that you realise where the holes are, discover the knowledge that is… — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“Stepping into the smell of a long-abandoned aple crop, Cameron called towards the house, hoping to catch his mother's attention in the window where… — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“On July 29, six days after I had arrived in Paris, Fin and I moved into the new lodgings on the top floor of… — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“Science doesn't reduce things, or explain mysteries away; it just discovers stranger and stranger things.” — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“I didn't like crab. Not at all. My stepmother had tricked my into eating a crab sandwich once in a cafe in Cromer, told… — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“The great skill in lying is not lying, you'd say. Just leaving things out. Keeping everything as close to the actual truth as possible.… — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
