201 Quotes by Diane Setterfield

One gets so used to one’s own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.

Pigs were funny creatures. You could almost think they were human the way they looked at you sometimes. Or was the pig remembering something? Yes, she realized, that was it. The pig looked exactly as if she were recollecting some happiness now lost, so that joy remembered was overlaid with present sorrow.

For at eight o’clock the world came to an end. It was reading time. The hours between eight in the evening and one or two in the morning have always been my magic hours.

I hardly suppose Wagner lost sleep worrying whether he’d hurt someone’s feelings. But then he was a genius.

My words flew like birds into a pane of glass.

After a great many questions I eventually ascertained that he is suffering from some kind of disorder of the mind. Is there anything more sorrowful than a brain whose proper function has been disrupted?

A curtain was drawn back in every man’s inner theater and their storytelling minds got to work.

Avete presente quando cominciate a leggere un nuovo libro prima che la membrana di quello precedente abbia avuto il tempo di richiudersi dietro di voi? Quando lasciate il vecchio libro avete idee, argomenti – perfino personaggi – impigliati nelle fibre dei vestiti e, aprendo quello nuovo, scoprite che sono ancora con voi.

All morning I struggled with the sensation of stray wisps of one world seeping through the cracks of another. Do you know the feeling when you start reading a new book before the membrane of the last one has had time to close behind you? You leave the previous book with ideas and themes – characters even – caught in the fibers of your clothes, and when you open the new book, they are still with you.