{"quotes":[{"text":"But, if I dare say it, it wasn't until I had helped kill a man that I realized how elusive and complex an act a murder can actually be, and not necessarily attributable to one dramatic motive.","author":"Donna Tartt","tags":["donna-tartt","motive","murder","psychology","the-secret-history"],"id":8714,"author_id":"Donna+Tartt"},{"text":"But walking through it all was one thing; walking away, unfortunately, has proved to be quite another, and though once I thought I had left that ravine forever on an April afternoon long ago, now I am not so sure. Now the searchers have departed, and life has grown quiet around me, I have come to realize that while for years I might have imagined myself to be somewhere else, in reality I have been there all the time: up at the top by the muddy wheel-ruts in the new grass, where the sky is dark over the shivering apple blossoms and the first chill of the snow that will fall that night is already in the air.","author":"Donna Tartt","tags":["beginning","donna tartt","haunted","memory","prologue","the-secret-history","trapped"],"id":13098,"author_id":"Donna+Tartt"},{"text":"The lamplight was eerie, and, standing there motionless in our bathrobes, sleepy, with shadows flickering all around, I felt as though I had woken from one dream into an even more remote one, some bizarre wartime bomb shelter of the unconscious.","author":"Donna Tartt","tags":["atmospheric","descriptive","donna tartt","dream within a dream","dreams","eerie","the-secret-history"],"id":21396,"author_id":"Donna+Tartt"},{"text":"The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listening to it, memories of things I'd never known.","author":"Donna Tartt","tags":["atmospheric","donna-tartt","memory","the-secret-history"],"id":25974,"author_id":"Donna+Tartt"},{"text":"Mais, vrai, J'ai trop pleure! Les aubes sont navrantes. What a sad and beautiful line that is. I'd always hoped that someday I'd be able to use it.","author":"Donna Tartt","tags":["french","madness","sanity","suicide-note","the-secret-history"],"id":36079,"author_id":"Donna+Tartt"},{"text":"It was heart-shaking. Glorious. Torches, dizziness, singing. Wolves howling around us and a bull bellowing in the dark. The river ran white. It was like a film in fast motion, the moon waxing and waning, clouds rushing across the sky. Vines grew from the ground so fast they twined up the trees like snakes; seasons passing in the wink of an eye, entire years for all I know. . . . Mean we think of phenomenal change as being the very essence of time, when it's not at all. Time is something which defies spring and water, birth and decay, the good and the bad, indifferently. Something changeless and joyous and absolutely indestructible. Duality ceases to exist; there is no ego, no 'I,' and yet it's not at all like those horrid comparisons one sometimes hears in Eastern religions, the self being a drop of water swallowed by the ocean of the universe. It's more as if the universe expands to fill the boundaries of the self. You have no idea how pallid the workday boundaries of ordinary existence seem, after such an ecstasy.","author":"Donna Tartt","tags":["bacchanal","duality","ecstasy","henry-winter","madness","the-secret-history"],"id":56662,"author_id":"Donna+Tartt"},{"text":"Occasionally a car swooshed by in the rain and its headlights would swing round momentarily and illuminate the room-the pool table, snowshoes on the wall and the rowing machine, the armchair in which Henry sat, motionless, a glass in his hand and the cigarette burning low between his fingers. For a moment his face, pale and watchful as a ghost's, would be caught in the headlights and then, very gradually, it would slide back into the dark.","author":"Donna Tartt","tags":["donna-tartt","literature","the-secret-history"],"id":68922,"author_id":"Donna+Tartt"},{"text":"For the miserable find comfort in the philosophy that not on them alone has evil fallen.","author":"Procopius","tags":["history","history-of-mankind","misery","misery-loves-company","procopius","the-secret-history"],"id":78702,"author_id":"Procopius"},{"text":"All of a sudden, images from every crime movie I'd ever seen began to pop into my mind—the windowless room, the harsh lights and narrow hallways, images which did not seem so much theatrical or foreign as imbued with the indelible quality of memory, of experience lived.","author":"Donna Tartt","tags":["crime-movies","donna-tartt","memory","the-secret-history"],"id":137433,"author_id":"Donna+Tartt"},{"text":"Asparagus is in season.","author":"Donna Tartt","tags":["asparagus","murder","the-secret-history"],"id":159351,"author_id":"Donna+Tartt"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":15,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}