Quotes by Sara Sheridan

When she first moved to Brighton, the flat on the Lawns had felt luxurious and it had seemed as if she was settling down, sleeping in the same bed every night, the darkness uninterrupted by any hint of emergency. It had felt as if all her difficulties were over.

Readership is highly dependent upon format and distribution as much as it is on content.

The old London was fading from her memory. She no longer expected to see the shops that had been bombed when she passed familiar streets. In many places the sites were being redeveloped. That’s what seemed real now – the new buildings and the flats above them. As she hit her stride, Mirabelle smiled. It felt good to be in the big city again and on her way.

Britain wouldn’t have won the war without its eccentric geniuses.

It’s ridiculous – a girl steps out, goes dancing, gets her hair cut, decides to spend the summer in Italy and it’s a scandal. A chap does it and no one bats an eyelid.

She tried to focus on the element of riddle or at least puzzle contained in the letter and ignore the sense of doom that was sweeping through her like clouds rolling to the shore over open water.


The mass communications that could enable our politics for good have instead turned it into a bland conglomeration of stinted opinion cloaked in the occasional media frenzy of blame or denial.

Im drawn to the 1950s for lots of reasons - everything from the fashion to the increasing sense of freedom and modernity that builds throughout the decade.

Edinburgh is a great big black bastard of a city where there are ghosts of all kinds.

We are living in glorious days where each readers voice can be heard.

During the war some of the country’s sharpest minds had looked as if they had been dragged through a hedge backwards.

There’s nothing like a military man, even out of uniform.

If the universe was scientific and just left to itself, then we’d have statistical probabilities to rely on. But once people are involved it sometimes becomes much more problematic because they’re erratic. People do crazy things that don’t make sense.

Communism,” I observed, “is a pile of wank.

Books exist for me not as physical entities with pages and binding, but in the province of my mind.

Im a library user and I just dont hoard books. To me, theyre for sharing.

The library is a symbol of freedom.

As a historical novelist, there is very little I like more than spending time sorting through boxes of old letters, diaries, maps, trinkets, and baubles.

She picked up the stout and took a sip. It slid down her throat like silk.

Afternoon drinkers shifted in the gloom as if they sensed new blood.