123 Quotes by Kate Quinn

We have nightmares and complexions like ashtrays...

Native of both countries, at home in neither.

The sight of iniquity, immorality, pure evil, perhaps the world’s end; a kitchen in disorder.

Are not there little chapters in everybody’s life, Beth had read in Vanity Fair only that morning, that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of history?

But I’d far rather live without souls or morals than Parmesan.

Even when she was just a flutter inside me, I loved her. Because she is ours.

She’d looked like a worn-out knight lowering her visor for one last charge, haggard, gaunt, composed, serene.

Pin all your impatience on growing up, she thought, and then you learn it gets no better when you’re grown.

Or was it not change, but becoming what she already was?