Quotes from Rose Tremain

Inevitably we make a small world in the midst of a big one. For a small world is all we know how to make.'p46

There is something about the unexpected that moves us. As if the whole of existance is paid for in some way, except for that one moment, witch is free.

When you're old nobody touches you nobody listens to you—not in this bloody country.so that's what I do. I touch and I listen.

Human society is ninety percent muck that won't disperse to the appropriate location that's why I chose the profession of plumber.

he thought that this was how he was going to live life from now on, savouring small pleasures and not looking beyond them for happiness that was more complete.

And he feels grateful that he has been left with this one substantial relic of all his years of service and thinks how sincerely he has deserved this. Yet he knows the world in which people deserve things or do not deserve them is passing away. Europe is at war. Fairness is now becoming a word without meaning.

I did have a beautiful life. It ended early, that's all.

This is the state to which I shall aspire, where what is important to me is already mine.

The world is packed with mistery. We tend to forget this, but it?s still packed tight with it, like water in stone.

There's the trick: to find the way - whether forwards or back - to what we long to be.

The Koran teaches that deeds of unselfish kindness will be rewarded in heaven. I've given you precious food and for this unselfishness I will find reward. But now I shall go further. I am going to give you work.

It is beyond my comprehension. Love has entered me like a disease, so stealthily I have not seen its approach nor heard its footsteps. My mind recognises the folly of it and yet I still boil and burn with it, precisely as with a fever. To whom shall I turn to be cured? From his damp abitation, I hear Pearce make a Pearcean reply: he does not pause or hesitate before instructing, 'To yourself, Merivel'.

And I was entirely held by my own words, as if my words had become a liquid and I immersed in them, like a drowning man in a rushing river.

At the age of five, Gustav Perle was certain of only one thing: he loved his mother.

He fell over frequently, but he never cried, though the ice was hard, the hardest surface his bones had ever met. He taught himself to laugh instead. Laughing was a bit like crying. It was a strange convulsion; it just came from a different bit of your mind. The trick was to move the crying out of that bit and let the laughter in. And so he'd pick himself up and carry on, laughing.

Bir adam vazgeçtiÄŸi ÅŸeylerin çok uza??na gidip kaybolursa bir daha asla geri dönemeyebilirdi.

Respect the way characters may change once they've got 50 pages of life in them. Revisit your plan at this stage and see whether certain things have to be altered to take account of these changes.

So history is fertile territory for me and I think I could feel happy with any period of history, provided I had the right sources and the necessary time for the initial research.

When you've finished a piece of work you've had a kind of love affair with it.

I'm always amazed by writers who tell me they plan everything at the beginning. I feel their writing days must be very bland.

Perhaps, all writers walk such a line. In general - as we all do in our dreams - I believe I put something of myself into all the characters in my novels, male as well as female.

I think I'm drawn to writing about something which feels intense and important.

The unfolding of a story is both as exciting and as difficult for each and every novel I've written, regardless of time and place.

A novel usually takes me two years. A year to research and plan and dream. Then a year to write.