The Good Thieves Quotes

“It is difficult to sleep when you are besieged by hope.”
― Katherine Rundell, The Good Thieves

“Racism can't be cured by black excellence when it's caused by white ignorance.”
― Katherine Rundell, The Good Thieves

“He was not tall or broad, but when he grinned it was so vivid that he appeared to take up most of the street and at least half the sky.”
― Katherine Rundell, The Good Thieves

“To throw the knife would be death...She wanted nothing to do with death--nothing to do with finality, with endings, with the dark of it. She hated the man more than she hated any living thing, but he was living.”
― Katherine Rundell, The Good Thieves

“Give them one more minute.”
― Katherine Rundell, The Good Thieves

“and”
― Katherine Rundell, The Good Thieves

“But it's not always sensible to be sensible.”
― Katherine Rundell, The Good Thieves

“Now it was run down, crumbling, beautiful, and inhabited only by Grandpa, entirely alone. But then hope had crept in. A man, Grandpa wrote, had offered to rent Hudson Castle. He had offered to transform it into a school. Grandpa would stay on as a governor; it would give him new purpose, something to do. No paperwork had been signed, but the man was eager to begin renovations. The man’s name was Sorrotore, a New York millionaire. He enclosed a press cutting, showing a man standing outside a vast New York building, smiling at the camera with Hollywood teeth. “Victor Sorrotore outside his home in the Dakota,” read the caption. “Victor Sorrotore,” whispered Vita, and she memorized his face, just in case. Within a week, Sorrotore struck. Grandpa returned from an afternoon walk to find his way back home barred. A strange man with two guard dogs came out of the caretaker’s cottage and pointed a rifle at him. “Hudson Castle belongs to Mr. Sorrotore,” the guard had said. “Scram!” Grandpa had never in his adult life been told to scram. He had tried to push past the guard, and one of the dogs had bitten his ankle; not a snap but a true bite, which drew blood. The gun was leveled at his chest. Bewildered, he took the train to New York, rented the tiny apartment on Seventh Avenue, and found Sorrotore’s lawyer.”
― Katherine Rundell, The Good Thieves

“had”
― Katherine Rundell, The Good Thieves

“his arms, and he laughed, winded by the impact.”
― Katherine Rundell, The Good Thieves

“bedfellow.”
― Katherine Rundell, The Good Thieves