“Long, long ago, (said the voice), five hundred years ago or more, on a winter's day at twilight, a young man entered the Church with a young girl with ivy leaves in her hair. There was no one else there… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“O, wherever men of my sort used to go, long ago. Wandering on paths that other men have not seen. Behind the sky. On the other side of the rain.” — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
you must learn to live as I do - in the face of constant criticism, opposition and censure. That, sir, is the English way. — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange. Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
How is a magician to exist without books? Let someone explain that to me. It is like asking a politician to achieve high office… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“Mr Norrell was delighted. He did not believe that anyone had ever proposed such a piece of magic before and begged Sir Walter to… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“The House is valuable because it is the House. It is enough in and of Itself. It is not the means to an end.” — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“It was as if a door had opened somewhere. Or possibly a series of doors. There was a sensation as of a breeze blowing… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“A gentleman in Mr Norell's position with a fine house and a large estate will always be of interest to his neighbors and, unless… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“Long, long ago, (said the voice), five hundred years ago or more, on a winter's day at twilight, a young man entered the Church… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
Well, I suppose one ought not to employ a magician and then complain that he does not behave like other people. — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“Fairies do not make a strong distinction between the animate and the inanimate. They believe that stones, doors, trees, fire, clouds and so forth… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
