“...there is a kind of comfort to be gained from the passing of time, hour upon hour, day upon day, time falling like thick flakes of snow, the next laid upon the last, again and again, until what has been… — Sarah Dunant Copy Share Image
Together he [Girolamo Savonarola] and his archenemy Lorenzo [de' Medici] would have been the stuff of gargoyles. One could almost imagine the diptych in… — Sarah Dunant Copy Share Image
“Johannes Burchard. The only man in Rome whose face remains the same be it perfume or shit under his nose.” — Sarah Dunant Copy Share Image
The Devil may take the reckless, but the good will surely die of boredom. Boredom and frustration. — Sarah Dunant Copy Share Image
Obsessed? I don't know what the word means. I know there were times when I couldn't think of anything else. I used to stay… — Sarah Dunant Copy Share Image
“...there is a kind of comfort to be gained from the passing of time, hour upon hour, day upon day, time falling like thick… — Sarah Dunant Copy Share Image
“She is only a young woman who did not want to become a nun. The world is full of them.” — Sarah Dunant Copy Share Image
“Either you’re standing under your haloes, eyes up to heaven, or you’re munching apples in their faces and flashing your bush. I’m not even… — Sarah Dunant Copy Share Image
If grace belongs to God, there are those who say that luck belongs to the Devil and that he looks after his own. — Sarah Dunant Copy Share Image
“There have been none like us before. And there will be none afterwards. Be careful what you write.” — Sarah Dunant Copy Share Image
“Outside, the city is changing. While we have been talking of God's laws and seacrets of the earth, a cold fog has come rolling off the sea, pushing through the allys, sliding over the water, rubbing up agienst the cold stone. As I walk the street falls away behind me, the shop's blue awning lost within seconds. People move like… — Sarah Dunant Copy Share
“Someone told me much later that you always know the people who are going to make a difference in your life, from the very… — Sarah Dunant Copy Share Image
So if we could not have love, my husband and I, then at least I could have alchemy. — Sarah Dunant Copy Share Image