Tiffany Reisz Quotes

“My confession begins," Father S said, "as the confessions of many men begin - with three words"

"Father forgive me?" Michael hazarded a guess. Father S signed.

"I met Eleanor.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Angel

“Michael, Eleanor is without a doubt the most beautiful woman who has ever or will ever live. If you could take a nighttime thunderstorm and turn it into a woman, you would have a very good idea what she looks like. And a fairly good idea how she behaves as well.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Angel

“I don’t believe in ghosts and neither should you, Kingsley.”
”Why not? I’ve been in love with a ghost for thirty years.”
Kingsley strolled over to the armchair and sat on the ottoman between the other man’s knees. Soren narrowed his eyes at him.
“The body’s not even cold yet. Eleanor’s been gone one day and you’re already trying to get me into bed again?”
”Again?” Kingsley laughed and rolled his eyes. “Always. Are you surprised?”
Soren shrugged. “Not really.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Prince

“Why does it always have to hurt so much?” Kingsley asked.


“What?”


“Life.”


Nora smiled. “God’s a sadist. That’s why.”


“You think so?”


“Oh, I know so,” Nora said. “I’m a writer. I do what God does in miniature every time I write a book. I create worlds and people out of nothing—ex nihilo—and I torture the fuck out of them for four hundred pages.”


“Because you’re a sadist?”


“Partly that. Plus...if I didn’t torture them it would be a real fucking short book. And trust me on this, King, there is no money in short stories.”


Kingsley laughed and buried his head into her lap again, seeking her comfort and safety and the shelter of someone stronger.


“You’ve solved the oldest theological conundrum of all time,” Kingsley said. “Why does God allow suffering? Because there’s no money in short stories.”


“I’ll tell you one more little secret about being a god. Even though I torture them for four hundred pages, it hurts me to do it.”


“They aren’t real. Why does it hurt?”


“I created them. They’re mine. I love them. God loves us, too, even when He hurts us. Especially when He hurts us, I imagine.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“Visions flashed through her mind. A fluttering of white wings. A burning arrow. Stained glass under her feet.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Saint