“On July 29, six days after I had arrived in Paris, Fin and I moved into the new lodgings on the top floor of the hotel next door, where, beyond the pigeons who occupied the window ledge, you could see… — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“Isn't it always unfair - death always a kind of outrage? A life ended too soon with jagged and torn edges, a sentence incomplete.” — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“Paris is an ocean," a lawyer called Honoré said to me in a bar on the place Vendôme later that night. We were very drunk. "You can take as many soundings as you like, but you'll never reach the bottom of it. You can survey it, draw it, describe it. But, however thorough you are, however careful and scrupulous, something… — Rebecca Stott Copy Share
“Beyond this point on the river Cambridge became a kind of miniature Venice, its river water lapping up against the ancient stone of college… — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“It's only when you've pieced together a story in several different ways that you realise where the holes are, discover the knowledge that is… — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“Stepping into the smell of a long-abandoned aple crop, Cameron called towards the house, hoping to catch his mother's attention in the window where… — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“On July 29, six days after I had arrived in Paris, Fin and I moved into the new lodgings on the top floor of… — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“Science doesn't reduce things, or explain mysteries away; it just discovers stranger and stranger things.” — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“I didn't like crab. Not at all. My stepmother had tricked my into eating a crab sandwich once in a cafe in Cromer, told… — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
“The great skill in lying is not lying, you'd say. Just leaving things out. Keeping everything as close to the actual truth as possible.… — Rebecca Stott Copy Share Image
