“For in the deepest, most unshakable part of myself reason was useless. She was the missing kingdom, the unbruised part of myself… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“WHEN I WAS A boy, after my mother died, I always tried hard to hold her in my mind as I was… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“Hobie’s reassuring hand on my shoulder, a strong, comforting pressure, like an anchor letting me know that everything was okay. I hadn’t… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“My mother's advertising firm specialized in women's accessories. All day long, under the agitated and slightly vicious eye of Mathilde, she supervised… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
Death is the mother of beauty,” said Henry. “And what is beauty?” “Terror. — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“I was deluded, and I knew it. Worse: my love for Pippa was muddied-up below the waterline with my mother, with my… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“George Sanders's had been the best, an Old Hollywood classic, my father had known it by heart and liked to quote from… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“We were heading into the clumsy territory of my mother’s funeral, stretched-out silences, wrong smiles, the place where words didn’t work.” — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“Amsterdam, I dreamed about my mother for the first time in years. I’d been shut up in my hotel for more than… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“Why, I thought sadly, as he returned with his topcoat over his arm, why hadn’t my mother married someone like him—? Or… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“People die, sure,” my mother was saying. “But it’s so heartbreaking and unnecessary how we lose things. From pure carelessness. Fires, wars.… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“I realized that the childish impression I had always had of my father, as Just Lawgiver, was entirely wrong. We were utterly… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“At home, my mother had known how to suffocate my dad's anger by growing silent, a low, unwavering flame of contempt that… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“Death is the mother of beauty,” said Henry. “And what is beauty?” “Terror.” “Well said,” said Julian. “Beauty is rarely soft or… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“I knew my mother’s feet, her clothes, her two-tone black and white shoes - and long after I was sure of it… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
I hope we're all ready to leave the phenomenal world, and enter into the sublime? — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
And I add my own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
And the flavor of Pippa's kiss--bittersweet and strange--stayed with me all the way back uptown, swaying and sleepy as I sailed home on the… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
There's an expectation these days that novels - like any other consumer product - should be made on a production line, with one dropping… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“A month or two before, I would have been appalled at the idea of any murder at all. But that Sunday afternoon, as I… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
Well, I think storytellers have always found murder a fascinating device. — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
Always remember, the person we’re really working for is the person who’s restoring the piece a hundred years from now. He’s the one we… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“The silence between us was happy and strange, connected by the cord and the icy voices thinly echoing. “You don’t have to talk,” she… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from all the world, that no one and… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“You didn’t meet many people who moved freely through the world with such a vigorous contempt for it and at the same time such… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“maybe that’s what’s waiting for us at the end of the journey, a majesty unimaginable until the very moment we find ourselves walking through… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
