"Believe it or don't believe it, Madame. But my feet are tired too. Bloody tired. Like a dead man's."
- Jessie Burton
"We're nothing more than prisoners to your desire."
"The ink was secret nectar, for Marin isn't married."
"There are horizons through the brickwork, you wait and see."
"What was once, is no longer."
"The night darkens, the stars unfriendly, the cold a knife upon her neck - but Nella waits, until she can no longer difference between Johannes and the darkness that carries him away."
"Neighbours watching neighbours, twisting ropes to bind us all."
"From little seeds great flowers grow."
"I feel younger than eighteen but burdened as a eighty-year-old."
"There was no need for a term like ‘magical thinking’ in the Golden Age of Man...there was only genuine everyday magic and mysticism. Children were not mocked or scolded in those days for singing to th..."
- Anthon St. Maarten