Sebastian Faulks Quotes

Depression—though that seemed a limp word for the storm of black panic and half-demented malfunction—had over the years worked itself out in Charlotte's life in a curious pattern.

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Reading a Penelope Fitzgerald novel is like being taken for a ride in a peculiar kind of car. Everything is of top quality—the engine, the coachwork and the interior all fill you with confidence.  Then, after a mile or so, someone throws the steering-wheel out of the window.