The-return Quote by Victoria Hislop

“(letters) They were like a kelp forest, they cast a weird green light, you could get lost there, become tangled and drown. ...still eyeing…

— Janet Fitch

“They are each a maze,” he said thoughtfully. “Each of them—both the rose and the shell—go around and around in their own way, yet…

— Gina Marinello-Sweeney

“Melesio tweezed his facial hairs, then ran ether-soaked cotton over his face, so his skin was the texture of silk; he took pains with…

— Isabel Allende

“Antonia: I meant to tell you, and then forgot: call a spade a spade, and say 'arse', 'prick', 'cunt', and 'fuck', otherwise the only…

— Pietro Aretino

“how people’s faces turned slightly upward when they stared at the sea, as if they were straining to see a trace of God or…

— Thrity Umrigar

“March 1898 What a strange dream I had last night! I wandered in the warm streets of a port, in the low quarter of…

— Jean Lorrain

“The gutters in the lane overflowed with an odd, languid grace. Water filled the lane; rose from ankle-deep to knee-deep. Insects swam in circles.…

— Amit Chaudhuri

“Her gaze dims as her nostalgia for Palermo overcomes her. Those smells of seaweed dried by the sun, of capers, of ripe figs, she…

— Dacia Maraini

“The ship began moving. And Chaol—the man she hated and loved so much that she could hardly think around him—just stood there, watching her…

— Sarah J. Maas

“The feathery palms that lined the drainage canals, the acacia thorns and sycamores, all glistened with the sheen of new, pale-green leaves, and in…

— Pauline Gedge

“As if on cue, a line of silhouettes emerged from behind a desert scrub—shapes that moved like cats. They wandered through the landscape of…

— Rahma Krambo

In the city of flesh I travel without maps, a worried tourist: and Ottilie was a very Venice. I stumbled lost in the blue…

— John Banville