71 Quotes by Ann-Marie MacDonald

Frances is a sealed letter. It doesn’t matter where she’s been or who’s pawed her, no one gets to handle the contents no matter how grimy the envelope. And it’s for sure no one’s going to be able to steam her open.

Corruption hangs in the air around a great talent. Such a gift is unstable by nature, apt to embarrass its handlers. About her there is the whiff of the entertainer. Like vaudeville nipping the heels of grand opera. The maestro smells all this on Kathleen and cools his blood to a temperature undetectable by wild animals.

Books were not an expense; they were an investment.

There are some stories you can’t hear enough. They are the same every time you hear them. But you are not. That’s one reliable way of understanding time.

Here is the place called Awake. On the other side of this line is the country of Asleep. And you see this shaded area in between? Don’t linger there. It is No Man’s Land.

An unhappily married woman is necessarily a bad cook.

The moon may drive men mad but it can calm a savage girl, for it is cool, precise, it is lucid.

She never knows when it might strike. The rage. And when it does, she loses her grip on herself – literally. At times, she could swear she sees another self – shiny black phantom, faceless, as though clad in a bodysuit – leaping out of her, pulling the rest of her in its wake. Over the edge.

It’s where she belongs, she craves the caress of the violent shore, to come alive like that once more in a clash of stone and then to die.