“I am running. I am running through moonlit woods, with branches ripping at my clothes and my feet catching in the snow-bowed bracken.” — Ruth Ware Copy Share Image
I'm not 100% sure 'Rebecca' qualifies as a thriller, given it's three parts screwed-up love story and two parts ghost-story-without-a-ghost, but the mystery at… — Ruth Ware Copy Share Image
“Airports say work and security checks and delays. Ports say... I don’t know. Something completely different. Escape, maybe.” — Ruth Ware Copy Share Image
“I dwelled heavily on the image of me chipping away at the lock with a nail file and didn’t tell her about the gloves,… — Ruth Ware Copy Share Image
We are all at the center of our own narrative, but it's a narrative that changes every time we retell it. — Ruth Ware Copy Share Image
“That’s the trouble with having a “click” as Mary Wren might call it. When you define yourself by walls, who’s in, who’s out. The… — Ruth Ware Copy Share Image
“There is no gray when you’re young. There’s only goodies and baddies, right and wrong. The rules are very clear—a playground morality of ethical… — Ruth Ware Copy Share Image
“I am running. I am running through moonlit woods, with branches ripping at my clothes and my feet catching in the snow-bowed bracken.” — Ruth Ware Copy Share Image
“It’s not that Nina doesn’t feel stuff. She just deals with it differently than most people. Sarcasm is her defense against life. “Let’s” — Ruth Ware Copy Share Image
Seeing my book on a billboard in New York was a bucket-list-type thing, but also a deeply surreal moment. I had to keep reminding… — Ruth Ware Copy Share Image
I write as if I'm someone reading the book - often people ask if I write one strand first and then go back and… — Ruth Ware Copy Share Image
One of my desert island books, 'The Leopard' is not so much a novel as a eulogy for a way of life and a… — Ruth Ware Copy Share Image
If I'm writing a furiously angry scene, I have to consciously snap out of it when I shut down the computer, or I find… — Ruth Ware Copy Share Image
“But I did feel violated. My little flat felt ruined–soiled and unsafe. Even describing it to the police had felt like an ordeal…” — Ruth Ware Copy Share Image
“there was genuine pity in her face, but also a kind of glee, the sort you see sometimes when teens are interviewed about the… — Ruth Ware Copy Share Image
