Every new event—everything I did for the rest of my life—would only separate us more and more: days she was no longer a part of, an ever-growing distance between us. Every single day for the rest of my life, she would only be further away. Donna Tartt More Quotes by Donna Tartt More Quotes From Donna Tartt The Little Friend is a long book. It's also completely different from my first novel: different landscape, different characters, different use of language and diction, different approach to story. Donna Tartt character long book But how,” said Charles, who was close to tears, “how can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?’ Henry lit a cigarette. “I prefer to think of it,” he had said, “as redistribution of matter. Donna Tartt tears matter thinking Not quite what one expected, but once it happened one realized it couldn't be any other way. Donna Tartt happened expected way Still when I lost her, I lost sight of any landmark that might have led me someplace happier, to some more populated or congenial life. Donna Tartt landmarks sight might ...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. Donna Tartt intimate objects grief And the flavor of Pippa's kiss--bittersweet and strange--stayed with me all the way back uptown, swaying and sleepy as I sailed home on the bus, melting with sorrow and loveliness, a starry ache that lifted me up above the windswept city like a kite: my head in the rainclouds, my heart in the sky. Donna Tartt kissing home heart Anything is grand if it's done on a large enough scale. Donna Tartt scales done enough Always remember, the person we’re really working for is the person who’s restoring the piece a hundred years from now. He’s the one we want to impress. Donna Tartt pieces want years I think innocence is something that adults project upon children that's not really there. Donna Tartt adults children thinking Taking on challenging projects is the way that one grows and extends one's range as a writer, one's technical command, so I consider the time well-spent Donna Tartt aggravation literature challenges Beauty alters the grain of reality. Donna Tartt grain reality I just finished writing an essay about William Maxwell, an American writer whose work I admire very much. Donna Tartt admire literature writing You are - all your experience just kind of accumulates, and the novel takes a richness of its own simply because it has the weight of all those years that one's put into it. Donna Tartt experience weight years They were playing old Bob Dylan, more than perfect for narrow Village streets close to Christmas and the snow whirling down in big feathery flakes, the kind of winter where you want to be walking down a city street with your arm around a girl like on the old record cover. Donna Tartt girl cities winter No money, holes in my socks, living off oatmeal. Donna Tartt sock oatmeal holes Love doesn't conquer everything. And whoever thinks it does is a fool. Donna Tartt fool doe thinking Children have very sharp powers of observation - probably sharper than adults - yet at the same time their emotional reactions are murky and much more primitive. Donna Tartt adults emotional children I guess that anything we manage to save from history is a miracle. Donna Tartt manage miracle But it's for every writer to decide his own pace, and the pace varies with the writer and the work Donna Tartt vary pace literature Children - if you think back really what it was like to be a child and what it was like to know other children - children lie all the time Donna Tartt lying children thinking
