147 Quotes by Suzy Davies

A book is a living thing. It is a bird; it has a voice. The pages of a book are wings. Books have heartbeats. When readers read they feel them; they listen.

He was just about to turn the light off, when there was a heavy, “Tappety, tap, tappety, tap,” on the door. It was the kind of loud sound that could only be made with a hoof. A moose’s hoof, that is.

His lone withdrawing figure blended anonymously with the darkness, Dr Raven’s quick, light steps becoming gradually distant, drowned out by the clicking staccato rush of trains, the steady drip of rainwater, and the clock of a nearby church as it heralded the hour.

Luna drifted off to sleep, hearing Ms Cardinal’s song in the distance. Her eyelashes fluttered, and her body made little movements. She was dreaming of Maria cuddling her lovingly. What a happy dream that was!

The undercarraige kissed the snowy earth. Shadowy snow scenes, with frosted trees that shivered, flashed past the side windows. Powedery snow floated on the air. They glided to a standstill. The bird had landed.

I want to sling a stone, a small rock into a pool, see it ripple. I want to shake a tree, create a small storm...

What I write about comes to me – before or after my writing. What is this? Is it some kind of alchemy?

Writers are method actors. They become their character. They feel what he or she feels. They switch between viewpoints, always with a clear sense of their own selves as writers, and yet somehow losing themselves in their Art.

You need one book for all the lives you could have dreamed of, and lived, but never had.