top of page
Quote_1.png
Donna Tartt

"How quickly he fell, how soon it was over."

Standard 
 Customized
"How quickly he fell, how soon it was over."

More 

Quote_1.png
Donna Grant

"You don't know who is important to you until you actually lose them."

Author Name

Personal Development

Quote_1.png
Donna Grant

"Tiffany found her mind filling up with an invisible gray mist, and in that thought there was nothing but grief. She could feel herself trying to push back time, but even the best witchcraft could not do that."

Author Name

Personal Development

Quote_1.png
Donna Grant

"It had been in their hands then; he was quite sure of it. But kids lose everything, kids have slippery fingers and holes in their pockets and they lose everything."

Author Name

Personal Development

Quote_1.png
Donna Grant

"I tried to imagine him capital-S Somewhere as we prayed, but even then I could not quite convince myself that he and I would be together again. I already knew too many dead people. I knew that time would now pass for me differently then it would for him- that I, like everyone in that room, would go on accumulating loves and losses while he would not. And for me, that was the final and truly unbearable tragedy: Like all the innumerable dead, he'd once and for all been demoted from haunted to haunter."

Author Name

Personal Development

Quote_1.png
Donna Grant

"And too soon Marred are those so early Made."

Author Name

Personal Development

Quote_1.png
Donna Grant

"Our world ends and some people never understand how much we really loved them."

Author Name

Personal Development

Quote_1.png
Donna Grant

"To waste time is to lose life."

Author Name

Personal Development

Quote_1.png
Donna Grant

"More. To have days cut off and at their end. To never again..........anything."

Author Name

Personal Development

Quote_1.png
Donna Grant

"Let me talk to my mother. She is listening from above."

Author Name

Personal Development

Quote_1.png
Donna Grant

"I straightened up and looked out the plane window at the dark clouds hanging over the North Sea, thinking of what I had lost in the course of my life: times gone forever, friends who had died or disappeared, feelings I would never know again."

Author Name

Personal Development

More 

Quote_1.png
Donna Tartt
"Character, to me, is the life's blood of fiction."

Life

Quote_1.png
Donna Tartt
"But it's for every writer to decide his own pace, and the pace varies with the writer and the work."

Work

Quote_1.png
Donna Tartt
"I'm not sure whay I've been drawn to this subject, except that murder is a subject that has always drawn people for as long as people have been telling stories."

People

Quote_1.png
Donna Tartt
"I believe, in a funny way, the job of the novelist is to be out there on the fringes and speaking for an experience that has not really been spoken for."

Experience

Quote_1.png
Donna Tartt
"It's a long story. I'll make it short as I can."

Brevity

Quote_1.png
Donna Tartt
"Who knew, or cared, the names of the Turks who blew the roof off the Parthenon? the mullahs who had ordered the destruction of the Buddhas at Bamiyan? Yet living or dead: their acts stood. It was the worst kind of immortality. Intentionally or no: I had extinguished a light at the heart of the world."

Destruction

Quote_1.png
Donna Tartt
"So I'm not a Southern writer in the commonly held sense of the term, like Faulkner or Eudora Welty, who took the South for their entire literary environment and subject matter."

Environment

Quote_1.png
Donna Tartt
"It seems to me that psychology is only another word for what the ancients called fate."

Fate

Quote_1.png
Donna Tartt
"Grown children (an oxymoron, I realize) veer instinctively to extremes: the young scholar is much more a pedant than his older counterpart. And I, being young myself, took these pronouncements of Henry's very seriously. I doubt if Milton himself could have impressed me more."

Youth

Quote_1.png
Donna Tartt
"Real age, as I came to see from the genuine pieces that passed through my hands, was variable, crooked, capricious, singing here and sullen there, warm asymmetrical streaks on a rosewood cabinet from where a slant of sun had struck it while the other side was as dark as the day it was cut."

Time

bottom of page