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“How lost do you have to be to let the devil lead you home?”
Stuart Turton, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“If this isn’t hell, the devil is surely taking notes.”
Stuart Turton, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“We are never more ourselves than when we think people aren’t watching.”
Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“Too little information and you're blind, too much and you're blinded.”
Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“Can’t you see, these masks we wear betray us. They reveal us.”
Stuart Turton, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“Nothing like a mask to reveal somebody's true nature.”
Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“So many memories and secrets, so many burdens. Every life has such weight. I don’t know how anybody carries even one.”
Stuart Turton, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“Anger’s solid, it has weight. You can beat your fists against it. Pity’s a fog to become lost within.”
Stuart Turton, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“The future isn’t a warning my friend, it’s a promise, and it won’t be broken by us. That’s the nature of the trap we’re caught in.”
Stuart Turton, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“Life doesn’t always leave you a choice in how you live it.”
Stuart Turton, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“One by one I knit these new memories together until I’ve got five minutes of past to wrap myself in.”
Stuart Turton, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“What use is rearranging the furniture if you burn the house down doing it?”
Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“I'm any face in a crowd; just the Lord's way of filling in the gaps.”
Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“The air is heavy, sweet with perfume, stirred only by a scratchy music that soars and glides and stuns itself against the walls.”
Stuart Turton, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“Tomorrow, I'll see his face in the mirror, and, somehow, I"ll have to make it mine. To do that, I need to start again, free of the past, free of him and the mistakes he made.
Instead of the impossible, I'll need only to concern myself with the ordinary. The luxury of waking up in the same bed.... The luxury of sunshine. The luxury of honesty. The luxury of living a life...
Tomorrow can be whatever I want it to be, which means for the first time in decades, I can look forward to it. Instead of being something to fear, it can be a promise I make myself. A chance to be braver or kinder, to make what was wrong right. To be better than I am today.
Every day after this one is a gift.
I just have to keep walking until I get there.”
Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“The last time I entered this forest, my mind never made it back.”
Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“The world’s shrivelling beyond the windows, darkening at the edges and blackening at the centre.”
Stuart Turton, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“How lost do you have to be to let the devil lead you home? This lost, I decide. Precisely this lost.”
Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“...bars can't build better men and misery can only break what goodness remains.”
Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“If this is hell, then it's one of our making.”
Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“Yet instead of being angry, he pities me. That's the worst part. Anger's solid, it has weight. You can beat your fists against it. Pity's a fog to become lost in.”
Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“Wrecks have been raised from the ocean bed with less effort, but I hobble toward the cascade of costumes shrouding my quarry.”
Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“Chairs and chaise longues have been gathered around the fire, young women draped over them like wilted orchids, smoking cigarettes and clinging to their drinks.”
Stuart Turton, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“Pity's a fog to become lost within.”
Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“The Plague Doctor claimed Blackheath was meant to rehabilitate us, but bars can’t build better men and misery can only break what goodness remains. This place pinches out the hope in people, and without that hope, what use is love or compassion or kindness?”
Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“I don’t have time. The hunt begins in half an hour and I can’t miss it. I have too many questions and most of the answers will be carrying shotguns.”
Stuart Turton, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“I’m no longer a man, I’m a chorus”
Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“Tomorrow can be whatever I want it to be, which means for the first time in decades, Ii can look forward to it. Instead of being something to fear, it can be a promise I make myself. A chance to be braver or kinder, to make what was wrong right. To be better than I am today.

Every day after this one is a gift.

I just have to keep walking until I get there.”
Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“My brother was murdered nineteen years ago tomorrow, Sebastian. I don’t know why, but my parents have decided to mark the occasion by reopening the house where it happened and inviting back the very same guests who were here that day.”
Stuart Turton, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“Then it would be foolish for you to go alone, besides I brought some help.’ From her handbag, she pulls out a black revolver.”
Stuart Turton, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle

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