“The beginning, perhaps. The girl without the mother. But after that . . . I wish someone could tell me what it means. I wish… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“My father never put a book into my hands and never forbade a book. Instead, he let me roam and graze, making… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“At first the boys were puzzled by illness. They looked at their father from the other side of a wall of pain,… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
My mother and I were like two continents moving slowly but inexorably apart; my father, the bridge builder, constantly extending the fragile… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
My mother says that after I first visited the home of the man I later married, she knew it was serious when… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“Rose waited for the night to bring her the same comfort. It didn't. Her mother was dead...she was now too exhausted to… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“A hundred hands wanted shaking, a hundred tongues expressed their condolences. Thank you, said William, and Kind of you, endlessly. Between his… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“I made a resolution to telephone my mother the next day, but it was a safe resolution; no one can hold you… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“It’s what my mother would say. She thinks a weightless story is better than one that’s too heavy.” “So. My story is… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“My job is not to sell the books - my father does that - but to look after them. Every so often… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“They are more real than the books on the shelves, books that are sketched with the barest hint of a line here and there,… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
What better way to get to know someone than through her choice and treatment of books? — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time when reading… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“Yesterday or the day before, while I had been going about my business, quietly and in private, some unknown person—some stranger—had gone to the… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“But perhaps the answer is to stop writing altogether, for when I do write, even now as I write this very sentence, this very… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
Our clients' faces, with the customary outward paleness and inner glow of the book lover. — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“He felt something move in his chest, as though an organ had been removed and something unfamiliar left in its place. A sentiment he… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
