Julia Hutto

“The interesting thing, in the photograph, was how the fragile little knock-kneed boy-- smiling sweetly, pristine in his sailor suit-- was also the old man who'd clasped my hand while he was dying: two separate frames, superimposed upon each other, of the same soul. And the painting, above his head, was the still point where it all hinged: dreams and signs, past and future, luck and fate. There wasn't a single meaning. There were many meanings. It was a riddle expanding out and out and out.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“We have art in order not to due from the truth”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“What if all your actions and choices, good or bad, make no difference to God? What if the pattern is pre-set?... What if our badness and mistakes are the very thing that set our fate and bring us round to good? What if, for some of us, we can't get there any other way?”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“Who was it that said coincidence was just God's way of remaining anonymous?”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch