Lindsay Gutteridge

“The western clouds divided and subdivided themselves into pink flakes modulated with tints of unspeakable softness; and the air had so much life and sweetness, that it was a pain to come within doors. Ralph Waldo Emerson, ‘Nature”
― Robbie Arnott, Flames

“When a press gang surrounded a church in London, in 1755, in pursuit of a seaman inside, he managed, according to a newspaper report, to slip away disguised in “an old gentlewoman’s long cloak, hood and bonnet.”
― David Grann, The Wager: A Tale of Shipwreck, Mutiny and Murder

“never understood what that plate represented: Disrespect. Disregard. Contempt.”
― Liane Moriarty, Apples Never Fall

“How hidden the heart, Nance thought. How frightened we are of being known, and yet how desperately we long for it. Father”
― Hannah Kent, The Good People