“Mr. Norrell gazed at Strange with an odd expression upon his face as though he would have been glad of a little… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
It was an old fashioned house --the sort of house in fact, as Strange expressed it, which a lady in a novel… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange. Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
It is these black clothes," said Strange. "I am like a leftover piece of funeral, condemned to walk about the Town, frightening… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
She even learnt the language of a strange country which Senior Cosetti had been told some people believed still existed, although no-one… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“It [Ashfair House] was an old fashioned house—the sort of house in fact, as Strange expressed it, which a lady in a… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
Unfortunately, Childermass's French was so strongly accented by his native Yorkshire that Minervois did not understand and asked Strange if Childermass was… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“Of course, as a model for my magician Strange is far from perfect --he lacks the true heroic nature; for that I… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
Such nonsense!" declared Dr Greysteel. "Whoever heard of cats doing anything useful!" "Except for staring at one in a supercilious manner," said… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“whereas malice was the beginning and end of Laurence Strange’s character, the new manservant was a more natural blend of light and… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“Strange stared thoughtfully at her for several seconds, so that Arabella mistakenly supposed he must be considering what she had just said.… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“Strange bent over these things, with a concentration to rival Minervois's own, questioning, criticizing and proposing. Strange and the two engravers spoke… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“He did not feel as if he were inside a Pillar of Darkness in the middle of Yorkshire; he felt more as… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
you must learn to live as I do - in the face of constant criticism, opposition and censure. That, sir, is the English way. — Susanna Clarke Copy Share
“Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange. Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share
How is a magician to exist without books? Let someone explain that to me. It is like asking a politician to achieve high office… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share
“Mr Norrell was delighted. He did not believe that anyone had ever proposed such a piece of magic before and begged Sir Walter to… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share
“The House is valuable because it is the House. It is enough in and of Itself. It is not the means to an end.” — Susanna Clarke Copy Share
“It was as if a door had opened somewhere. Or possibly a series of doors. There was a sensation as of a breeze blowing… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share
“A gentleman in Mr Norell's position with a fine house and a large estate will always be of interest to his neighbors and, unless… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share
“Long, long ago, (said the voice), five hundred years ago or more, on a winter's day at twilight, a young man entered the Church… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share
Well, I suppose one ought not to employ a magician and then complain that he does not behave like other people. — Susanna Clarke Copy Share
“Fairies do not make a strong distinction between the animate and the inanimate. They believe that stones, doors, trees, fire, clouds and so forth… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share
There is nothing in the world so easy to explain as failure - it is, after all, what everybody does all the time. — Susanna Clarke Copy Share
How quickly was every bad thing discovered to be the fault of the previous administration (an evil set of men who wedded general stupidity… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share
“Mr. Norrell gazed at Strange with an odd expression upon his face as though he would have been glad of a little conversation with… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share