“To my mind's eye, my buried memories of Brandham Hall are like effects of chiaroscuro, patches of light and dark: it is only with effort that I see them in terms of colour. There are things I know, though I… — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
“But I was not so much interested in facts themselves as in the importance they had for my imagination. I was passionately interested in… — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
“I had never met a lord before, nor had I ever expected to meet one. It didn't matter what he looked like: he was… — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
“How terrifyingly efficient she sounds," said Stephen. "I think I should faint in her presence.” — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
You insisted on thinking of them as angels, even if they were fallen angels. — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
“...for the first time I couldn't feel really interested in my mother's letter. The small concerns of home, instead of coming close to me and enveloping me as I read about them, remained small and far away; they were like magic lantern slides without a lantern to bring them back to life. I didn't belong there, I felt; my place… — L.P. Hartley Copy Share
“I should not have cared to see it as an act of self-sacrifice even if it had been one; for there is nothing clever… — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
“Not Adam and Eve, after eating the apple, could have been more upset than I was.” — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
“Even the most impassioned devotee of the ghost story would admit that the taste for it is slightly abnormal, a survival, perhaps, from adolescence,… — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
“If my twelve-year-old self, of whom I had grown rather fond, thinking about him, were to reproach me: 'Why have you grown up such… — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
Grown-ups didn't seem to realize that for me, as for most other schoolboys, it was easier to keep silent than to speak. I was… — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
It's better to write about things you feel than about things you know about. — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
