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Donna Tartt (born December 23, 1963) is an American writer, the author of the novels The Secret History (1992), The Little Friend (2002), and The Goldfinch (2013). Tartt won the WH Smith Literary Award for The Little Friend in 2003 and the Pulitzer Prize for fiction for The Goldfinch in 2014. She was included in the list of the "100 Most Influential People" compiled by Time magazine in 2014.

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My novels aren't really generated by a single conceptual spark; it's more a process of many different elements that come together unexpectedly over a long period of time.

Different, Long, Spark, Together

Not quite what one expected, but once it happened one realized it couldn't be any other way.

Expected, Happened, Quite, Realized, Way

Lexical variety, eccentric constructions and punctuation, variant spellings, archaisms, the ability to pile clause on clause, the effortless incorporation of words from other languages: flexibility, and inclusiveness, is what makes English great; and diversity is what keeps it healthy and growing, exuberantly regenerating itself with rich new forms and usages.

Ability, Diversity, Growing, Healthy, Inclusiveness, Incorporation

I think it's hard to write about children and to have an idea of innocence.

Children, Hard, Innocence, Thinking, Write, Writing

It's funny, but thinking back on it now, I realize that this particular point in time, as I stood there blinking in the deserted hall, was the one point at which I might have chosen to do something very much different from what I actually did. But of course I didn't see this crucial moment for what it actually was; I suppose we never do. Instead, I only yawned, and shook myself from the momentary daze that had come upon me, and went on my way down the stairs.

Daze, Different, Down, Thinking, Way, Yawned

Well, I think storytellers have always found murder a fascinating device.

Fascinating, Literature, Murder, Storytellers, Think, Thinking

I hope we're all ready to leave the phenomenal world, and enter into the sublime?

Enter, Leave, Phenomenal, Sublime, World

As much fun as it is to read a book, writing a book is one level deeper than that.

Book, Deeper, Fun, Read, Writing

From the window, above the clatter of pots and the slamming of cabinets, Francis was singing, as though it was the happiest song in the world: 'We are the little black sheep who have gone astray. . . Baa baa baa. . . Gentlemen songsters off on a spree. . . Doomed from here to eternity. . .

Clatter, Gentleman, Sheep, Song, Spree, World

Children love secret club houses. They love secrecy even when there's no need for secrecy

Children, House, Love, Secrecy, Secret, Secret Love

We looked at each other. And it occurred to me that despite his faults, which were numerous and spectacular, the reason I’d liked Boris and felt happy around him from almost the moment I’d met him was that he was never afraid. You didn’t meet many people who moved freely through the world with such a vigorous contempt for it and at the same time such oddball and unthwartable faith in what, in childhood, he had liked to call “the Planet of Earth.

Childhood, Faith, People, Planet, Spectacular, World

If I had grown up in that house I couldn't have loved it more, couldn't have been more familiar with the creak of the swing, or the pattern of the clematis vines on the trellis, or the velvety swell of land as it faded to gray on the horizon. . . . The very colors of the place had seeped into my blood.

Blood, Color, Colors, Land, Loved, Swings

Always remember, the person we’re really working for is the person who’s restoring the piece a hundred years from now. He’s the one we want to impress.

Person, Piece, Pieces, Remember, Want, Years

Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you.

Away, Kill, Love, Stay, Too Much

I suppose the shock of recognition is one of the nastiest shocks of all.

Nastiest, Recognition, Shock, Shocks, Suppose

The storytelling gift is innate: one has it or one doesn't. But style is at least partly a learned thing: one refines it by looking and listening and reading and practice - by work.

Innate, Practice, Reading, Storytelling, Style

The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation.

Bunny, Melting, Mountain, Mountains, Situation, Snow

I love the tradition of Dickens, where even the most minor walk-on characters are twitching and particular and alive.

Alive, Character, Characters, Dickens, Literature, Love

After all, the appeal to stop being yourself, even for a little while, is very great

Appeal, Appeals, Being Yourself, Littles, Stop

Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things - naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror - are too terrible to really grasp ever at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself - quite to one's surprise - in an entirely different world.

Departed, Entirely, Memories, Naked, Oneself, Solitude

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