67 Quotes by Lyndsay Faye

I relate to this story almost as I would a friend or a lover – at times I want to breathe its entire alphabet into my lungs, and at others I should prefer to throw it across the room.

There was Fiona Fiddick’s faculties for both humour and sewing, which enabled her to hide the words FEED ME in an embroidered nosegay of coral peonies which Miss Sheffleton proudly hung upon the classroom wall.

Time is a tyrant, words our last and only weapons.

We must put your skills to use, for there is no greater tragedy on God’s green earth than that of untapped talent.

Some cities bustle, some meander, I have read; London blazes and it incinerates. London is the wolf’s maw. From the instant I arrived there, I loved every smoldering inch of it.

Fourth, a telegram from brother Mycroft: ‘Will visit at earliest possible convenience – great uproar in Whitehall. Mend quickly; your death would be most inconvenient at this time.

There is no practice more vexing than that of authors describing coach travel for the edification of people who have already travelled in coaches. As I must adhere to form, however, I will simply list a series of phrases for the unlikely reader who has never gone anywhere:.

One can grow accustomed to carrying unseeable scars, as if the tattoo one wears is inked in flesh tone over flesh tone; but nevertheless one is still covered in secret, painted with secret, stained by it.

Elections decide which horde of rats gets to gnaw at the bones.