Quotes from Donna Tartt

If your deepest self is singing and coaxing you straight toward the bonfire, it it better to turn away? Or- like Boris- is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?

It is my experience, stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you. What you want, to live and be happy in the world, is a women who has her own life and let's you have yours.

Ma il pensiero di lei mi affliggeva al punto che non riuscivo a dimenticarla più di quanto avrei potuto dimenticare un mal di denti.

The sun was low, burning gold through the trees, casting our shadows before us on the ground

Chi è che ha detto che le coincidenze sono solo il modo che Dio ha scelto per restare anonimo?

Your silence is not acceptable.

Why does that obstinate little voice in our heads torment us so?' he said, looking round the table. 'Could it be because it reminds us that we are alive, of our mortality, of our individual souls - which, after all, we are too afraid to surrender but yet make us feel more miserable than any other thing? But isn't it also pain that often makes us most aware of self?

Are you always up this early? Almost always. It's beautiful here, but morning light can make the most vulgar things tolerable.

Francis Abernathy was his name. Further inquiries elicited suspicion from male acquaintances, who wondered at my interest in such a person.

Ze maakte beslist een atletische indruk, hoewel ze te bleek was om tennis te spelen, misschien was ze een ballerina of een turnster, of zelfs een schoonspringster, die laat trainde in binnenbaden vol schaduwen, echo's en lichtbreking, donker betegeld.

la vita è breve. Che il destino è crudele ma forse non casuale. Che la Natura (intesa come Morte) vince sempre, ma questo non significa che dobbiamo inchinarci e prostrarci al suo cospetto. Che forse anche se non siamo sempre contenti di essere qui, è nostro compito immergerci comunque: entrarci, attraversare questa fogna, con gli occhi e il cuore ben aperti.

A world of ticking clocks and creaking floorboards.

Quién dijo que la coincidencia es la manera que tiene Dios de permanecer anónimo?

beauty is terror, whatever we call beauty we quiver before it

I think politics is deadly to write about, frankly. If you have a political agenda and you set out to write a novel to prove that, say, capitalism should crumble, then it's going to be a really bad novel. Very few people have been able to deal with political fiction - Dickens, Dostoyevsky. But even Tolstoy got really tiresome when he was talking about the serfs. You have to let characters be characters, not [gruff voice] Mr Capitalism or [girlie voice] Miss Anti-Fur.

The hem of a sheer curtain brushed a windowsill. Faintly, I heard traffic singing on the street. Sitting there on the edge of her bed, it felt like the waking-up moment between dream and daylight where everything merged and mingled just as it was about to change, all in the same, fluid, euphoric slide

a drve?e je ispred na cesti cvalo bijelim praskovima delirija.

Have some champagne, quick, Bunny said. It's going flat. Where is it? In the teapot.

Son of a Clemson football star turned banker.

Well I have to say I personally have never drawn such a sharp line between 'good' and 'bad' as you. For me: that line is often false. The two are never disconnected. One can't exist without the other. As long as I am acting out of love, I feel I am doing best I know how. But you-wrapped up in judgment, always regretting the past, cursing yourself, blaming yourself, asking 'what if', 'what if'. 'Life is cruel.' 'I wish I had died instead of.

I was having to have fun and be happy. You wanted to be dead. It's different

And for the first time, I smiled, and everybody else smiled back.

Um, we don't hit women in America.' He scowled, and spit out an apple seed. 'No. Americans just persecute smaller countries that believe different from them.

A sententious and vulgar statement, certainly, but like many such gnomic vulgarities, it also contains a tiny splinter of truth.