“As one tends to the graves of the dead, so I tend the books. I clean them, do minor repairs, keep them… — 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
“And my own feelings? Shame. For I had lied. Of course I loved books more than people. Of course I valued Jane… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“I read old novels. The reason is simple: I prefer proper endings. Marriages and deaths, noble sacrifices and miraculous restorations, tragic separations… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
There are times when the human face and body can express the yearning of the heart so accurately that you can, as… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
My mother says that after I first visited the home of the man I later married, she knew it was serious when… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“When you read a manuscript that has been damaged by water, fire, light or just the passing of the years, your eye… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“What makes it noteworthy is that a striking coincidence has made it a cleverer trick than they could have known. For the… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“Quite by chance, her talk of ghosts comes on the very day the book I am in the middle of reading has… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
She could not read a book for fear of the feelings she might find in it. — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“All the grief I had kept at bay for years by means of books and bookcases approached me now.” — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
Excessively narrow reading is unhelpful, certainly. Reading only Serious Literature is no better than reading only trash in this respect. — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
All morning I struggled with the sensation of stray wisps of one world seeping through the cracks of another. Do you know… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“Readers," continued Miss Winter, "are fools. They believe all writing is autobiographical. And so it is, but not in the way they… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“What better place to kill time than a library? And for me, what better way to get to know someone than through… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
Prescription: 'Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Case Book of Sherlock Holmes. Take ten pages, twice a day, til end of course. — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
The hours between eight in the evening and one or two in the morning have always been my magic hours. Against the… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
opening the book, i inhaled. the smell of old books, so sharp, so dry you can taste it. — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
Though my appetite for food grew frail, my hunger for books was constant. — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“All morning I struggled with the sensation of stray wisps of one world seeping through the cracks of another. Do you know… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
I know there are people who don't read fiction at all, and I find it hard to understand how they can bear… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is… — 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 Image
What better way to get to know someone than through her choice and treatment of books? — 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 when reading… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
Our clients' faces, with the customary outward paleness and inner glow of the book lover. — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“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 Image
