373 Quotes by Kate Atkinson

Civilizations rose and fell and in the end everything was dust and sand. Nothing beside remained. Hotels, maybe.

Dr. Kellet said, “it’s a snake with its tail in its mouth.” He nodded approvingly and said to Sylvie, “It’s a symbol representing the circularity of the universe. Time is a construct, in reality everything flows, no past or present, only the now.

It’s funny, isn’t it,” Miss Woolf whispered in Ursula’s ear, “how much German music we listen to. Great beauty transcends all. Perhaps after the war it will heal all too.

The purpose of Art,” his mother, Sylvie, said – instructed even – “is to convey the truth of a thing, not to be the truth itself.

The Germans were victims of the Nazis too, but one can’t say that too loudly, of course.

But then, what constituted real? Wasn’t everything, even this life itself, just a game of deception?

She had never been without a book for as long as she could remember. An only child never is.

But melancholy, that was his own true humor. A miserable bastard, in other words.

I was distracted suddenly from these pleasant thoughts by noticing that, like the eyes in certain portraits, Heather’s nipples seemed to have the uncanny ability to follow you around the room. This is the kind of observation that once made, cannot be unmade. Unfortunately.