I am, as far as I can tell, about a month behind Lord Byron. In every town we stop at we discover innkeepers, postillions, officials, burghers, potboys, and all kinds and sorts of ladies whose brains still seem somewhat deranged… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
Some years ago there was in the city of York a society of magicians. They met upon the third Wednesday of every month and read each other long, dull papers upon the history of English magic. — 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
