“if you can only learn to see them. The truth had been there all along, only now had I seen” — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“The beginning, perhaps. The girl without the mother. But after that . . . I wish someone could tell me what it means. I wish… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
I've nothing against people who love truth. Apart from the fact that they make dull companions. — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth herself. What succor, what consolation is there in truth, compared… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
A good story is always more dazzling than a broken piece of truth. — 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
“When fear and cold make a statue of you in your bed, don’t expect hard-boned and fleshless truth to come running to… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“Certainly for myself I believe I would always wish to know the truth, but then I also wish to never have to… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“Don’t you think one can tell the truth much better with a story?” — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“They are more real than the books on the shelves, books that are sketched with the barest hint of a line here and there,… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
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
Our clients' faces, with the customary outward paleness and inner glow of the book lover. — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“He felt something move in his chest, as though an organ had been removed and something unfamiliar left in its place. A sentiment he… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
