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I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother, but the rest of the time there was none. This story is about… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
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There are times when the human face and body can express the yearning of the heart so accurately that you can, as… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
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Readers are fools. They believe all writing is autobiographical. And so it is, but not in the way they think. The writer's… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
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“For at eight o’clock the world came to an end. It was reading time. The hours between eight in the evening and… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
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I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life and there has never been a time… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
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I am always happy up a ladder with a paintbrush in my hand. And I wish I had more time to spend… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
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There was no single moment when I thought, Aha! What a great idea! Rather there was a slow and gradual accumulation of… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
I am human. Like all humans, I do not remember my birth. By the time we wake up to ourselves, we are… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“Readers," continued Miss Winter, "are fools. They believe all writing is autobiographical. And so it is, but not in the way they… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“How many times have I gone back to the border of memory and peered into the darkness beyond? But it is not… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
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What better way to get to know someone than through her choice and treatment of books? — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time when reading… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“Yesterday or the day before, while I had been going about my business, quietly and in private, some unknown person—some stranger—had gone to the… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“But perhaps the answer is to stop writing altogether, for when I do write, even now as I write this very sentence, this very… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
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