“The day that I left my home, I had prayed that my children would forget me. I wanted to spare them the pain of remembering. But that night, as I crouched in the white mist, waiting, I knew more than… — Karen Maitland Copy Share Image
I wanted desperately to go on living in someone's memory. If we are not remembered, we are more than dead, for it is as if we had never lived — Karen Maitland Copy Share Image
You've heard tales of beauty and the beast. How a fair maid falls in love with a monster and sees the beauty of his… — Karen Maitland Copy Share Image
Rain slips through your fingers as easily as words blow away in the wind, and yet it has the power to destroy your whole… — Karen Maitland Copy Share Image
But then, the flames of a fire are not made less painful by the knowledge that others are burning with you. — Karen Maitland Copy Share Image
“I'd believed mine was the greatest of all the arts, the noblest of all the lies, the creation of hope. I thought hope could… — Karen Maitland Copy Share Image
“We couldn't bring the sheep back to life, so there was nothing for it but to eat the evidence.” — Karen Maitland Copy Share Image
Id love to own Newstead, partly because it belonged to Lord Byron, but also to try to uncover what dark secrets really lie beneath. — Karen Maitland Copy Share Image
“I had seen that errible look on a man's face before, on the faces of those being dragged to the gallows. Some scream and… — Karen Maitland Copy Share Image
“King John won't need any persuading that the French have a hand in this. From what I've heard, if a bean gives him a… — Karen Maitland Copy Share Image
“Why do mortals think that suffering is a coin with which they can buy justice or salvation? ... life is a steal if you… — Karen Maitland Copy Share Image
“They say despair is a terrible thing, but hope is worse: it keeps you shackled for ever, like a dog in a wheel, always… — Karen Maitland Copy Share Image
People sense that our reaction to phenomena such as epidemics or religious war is not that different to how we reacted to plagues or… — Karen Maitland Copy Share Image
Home is the place you return to when you have finally lost your soul. Home is the place where life is born, not the… — Karen Maitland Copy Share Image
