I have a deep and ongoing love of Iceland, particular the landscape, and when writing 'Burial Rites,' I was constantly trying to see whether I could distill its extraordinary and ineffable qualities into a kind of poetry. — Hannah Kent Copy Share Image
The mystery at the center of 'Burial Rites' is not who killed whom on the night of March 13, 1828. It is the mystery each of us encounters: Can we every truly know another? Can we ever truly know ourselves? — Hannah Kent Copy Share Image
“Of all the names, one is a mistake. One is a nightmare. The stair you miss in the darkness.” — Hannah Kent Copy Share Image
I applied for funding to embark on an overseas field trip in Iceland, and spent six weeks there happily holed up in the national… — Hannah Kent Copy Share Image
“Those who are not being dragged to their deaths cannot understand how the heart grows hard and sharp, until it is a nest of… — Hannah Kent Copy Share Image
“I might have starved to death. I would be mud-slick, stuffed to the guts with cold and hopelessness, and my body might know it… — Hannah Kent Copy Share Image
“Illugastadir, the farm by the sea, where the soft air rings with the clang of the smithy, and gulls caw, and seals roll over… — Hannah Kent Copy Share Image
I really hate the term 'historical novel' - it reminds me of bodice-rippers. But I'm hooked on research, and I really, really enjoy it. — Hannah Kent Copy Share Image
“Some folks are born different, Nance. They are born on the outside of things, with skin a little a thinner, eyes a little keener… — Hannah Kent Copy Share Image
“It was not hard to believe a beautiful woman capable of murder, Margret thought.As it says in the sagas, Opt er flago i fogru… — Hannah Kent Copy Share Image
