I’m the least fanciful guy around, but on nights when I wonder whether there was any point to my day, I think about this: the first thing we ever did, when we started turning into humans, was draw a line across the cave door and say: Wild stays out. What I do is what the first men did. They built… — Tana French Copy Share
I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn't find… — Tana French Copy Share Image
You forget what it was like. You'd swear on your life you never will, but year by year it falls away. How your temperature ran off the mercury, your heart galloped flat-out and never needed to rest, everything was pitched on the edge of shattering glass. How wanting something was like dying of thirst. How your skin was too fine… — Tana French Copy Share
I am not good at noticing when I'm happy, except in retrospect. My gift, or fatal flaw, is for nostalgia. I have sometimes been accused of demanding perfection, of rejecting heart's desires as soon as I get close enough that the mysterious impressionistic gloss disperses into plain solid dots, but the truth is less simplistic than that. I know very… — Tana French Copy Share
Privately, I consider religion to be a load of bollocks, but when you have a sobbing five year old wanting to know… — 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
