My genius is not so frail a thing that it cowers from the dirty fingers of newspapernen. — Diane Setterfield
Art, its completeness, its formedness, its finishedness, had no power to console. — Diane Setterfield
Our clients’ faces, with the customary outward paleness and inner glow of the book lover. — Diane Setterfield
What better way to get to know someone than through her choice and treatment of books? — Diane Setterfield