That kind of friendship doesn't just materialize at the end of the rainbow one morning in a soft-focus Hollywood haze. For it… — Tana French Copy Share Image
“How can I ever make you understand Cassie and me? I would have to take you there, walk you down every path of our secret shared geography. The truism says it’s against all odds for a straight man and woman to be real friends, platonic friends; we rolled thirteen, threw down five aces and ran away giggling. She was the… — Tana French Copy Share
Donna Tartt blows me away - that impeccable writing, so rich you could eat it and so luminous that it lights up… — Tana French Copy Share Image
“My friend Emma, who likes things to add up neatly, claims that this is because my parents died when I was too… — Tana French Copy Share Image
“Who who whose smell in the air of her room, whose fingerprints all over her friends’ secret places.” — Tana French Copy Share Image
“It was-this always seems to shock people all over again- a happy childhood. For the first few months I spent a lot… — Tana French Copy Share Image
“I wasn't sure what I thought of the direction in which this appeared to be going, but I felt a sudden, unwelcome… — Tana French Copy Share Image
“...the solitude was intoxicating. On my first night there I lay on my back on the sticky carpet for hours, in the murky orange pool of city glow coming through the window, smelling heady curry spices spiraling across the corridor and listening to two guys outside yelling at each other in Russian and someone practicing stormy flamboyant violin somewhere, and… — Tana French Copy Share
“I remember this country back when I was growing up. We went to church, we ate family suppers around the table, and it would never even have crossed a kid's mind to tell an adult to fuck off. There was plenty of bad there, I don't forget that, but we all knew exactly where we stood and we didn't break… — Tana French Copy Share
“That house shimmered in my mind like some fairy fort that appeared for one day in a lifetime, tantalizing and charged, with those four… — Tana French Copy Share Image
“It would take a while to occur to him that my rules had sweet fuck-all in common with his.” — Tana French Copy Share Image
I love writing. I feel ridiculously lucky that this is what I get to do all day. — Tana French Copy Share Image
“…out here in the real world, my man, you would be amazed how seldom murder has to break into people’s lives. Ninety-nine times out… — Tana French Copy Share Image
“Before I could get my bearings he was on top of me and shoving my face down into the dirt. He was bigger and ten times stronger than me. Earth pressed on my eyelids, earth filled my mouth. I couldn’t breathe. I almost went with it. I almost relaxed all my aching muscles and let him guide me down, among… — Tana French Copy Share
We think of mortality so little these days... I thought of the stern Victorian determination to keep death in mind, the uncompromising tombstones. Remember,… — Tana French Copy Share Image
I read a lot. I always have, but in those two years I gorged myself on books with a voluptuous, almost erotic gluttony. I would go to the local library and take out as many as I could, and then lock myself in the bedsit and read solidly for a week. I went for old books, the older the better--Tolstoy,… — Tana French Copy Share
“For ten years Dublin’s been changing faster than our minds can handle. The economic boom has given us too many people with helicopters and… — Tana French Copy Share Image
When we can't see a pattern, we fit pieces together until one takes shape, because we have to. — Tana French Copy Share Image
“Stephen shrugged. “Yeah. Well. I said I would.” “Ah. Are we having issues?” “This feels sleazy.” “I promise I’ll respect you in the morning.” — Tana French Copy Share Image
