Eve

“It was a stillness I knew; this was how a house closed in on itself when someone had died.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“Why did i obsess over people like this? Was it normal to fixate on strangers in this particular vivid, fevered way? I didn't think so. It was impossible to imagine some random passer-by on the street forming quite such an interest in me.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“But history is a string full of knots, the best you can do is admire it, and maybe knot it up a bit more. History is a hammock for swinging and a game for playing.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

“Cinnamon-colored walls, rain on the windowpanes, vast quiet and a sense of depth and distance, like the varnish over the background of a nineteenth-century paintings. Rugs worn to threads, painted Japanese fans and antique valentines flickering in candlelight, Pierrots and doves and flowergarlanded hearts.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch