“The sky on a clear night is a living, pulsating thing. The stars are like musical notes turned to light, and, like notes, they shimmer and swell and fade and fall. The painters have never captured it—but they never will… — barbara quick Copy Share Image
“I don't have any words to describe the sensations that keep me from sleep. Demons, perhaps. A sense of unworthiness so staggering that I… — Barbara Quick Copy Share Image
“I gauge the closeness of my friends even now by how helplessly they can make me laugh.” — Barbara Quick Copy Share Image
“I never thought that history would become one of my life's passions. I never even liked history when I was at school, apart from… — Barbara Quick Copy Share Image
“The sky on a clear night is a living, pulsating thing. The stars are like musical notes turned to light, and, like notes, they… — barbara quick Copy Share Image
“The legends on the tombstones are eventually worn away as the stone is eroded by rain and wind and centuries. Better to slip away… — Barbara Quick Copy Share Image
“You've done her a service to teach her that romantic love is largely made of illusion." [said Mina.] "Is it?" Alessandra asked, unable to… — Barbara Quick Copy Share Image