Marina Hudolin

“It's the past. Thoughts and dreams, hopes and hurts, all brewed together, fermenting slowly in the fusty air, unable ever to dissipate completely.”
― Kate Morton, The Distant Hours

“-Cijeli sam dan o tome razmišljala - rekla je. - I po glavi mi se neprestano vrti izraz slobodan pad, mislim da se gotovo radi o oksimoronu. Jedini slobodni pad koji sam ikad vidjela bio je pad umjetnika na trapezu kad se, nakon krajnje napetih i napornih majstorija na zanjihanoj prečki i hvatanja u posljednji trenutak pod svjetlima reflektora, može odjednom otpustiti i pasti opušten i slobodan u sigurnost pod njim razapete mreže, vraćajući se na zemlju. Ali većina padova nije slobodna. Čini mi se da uvijek postoji napetost između onoga otkud i kamo padaš.”
― Peter R. Pouncey, Rules for Old Men Waiting

“She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star.”
― Kate Morton, The Distant Hours

“there was a pessimism in his soul, a darkness in his outlook, that always left her somehow more aware of hard edges than she had been before.”
― Kate Morton, The Distant Hours