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Susanna Clarke Biography

Susanna Mary Clarke (born 1 November 1959) is an English author best known for her debut novel Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell (2004), a Hugo Award-winning alternative history. Clarke began Jonathan Strange in 1993 and worked on it during her spare time. For the next decade, she published short stories from the Strange universe, but it was not until 2003 that Bloomsbury bought her manuscript and began work on its publication. The novel became a best-seller.

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He gave her his heart. She took it and placed it quietly in the pocket of her gown. No one observed what she did.

Gave, Gowns, Heart, Pockets, Took

I mean that two of any thing is a most uncomfortable number. One may do as he pleases. Six may get along well enough. But two must always struggle for mastery. Two must always watch each other. The eyes of all the world will be on two, uncertain which of them to follow.

Eye, Mastery, Mean, Struggle, Uncomfortable, World

Sing like no one is listening. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching, and live like it’s heaven on earth.

Earth, Heaven, Inspirational, Life, Like, Love

Oh! And they read English novels! David! Did you ever look into an English novel? Well, do not trouble yourself. It is nothing but a lot of nonsense about girls with fanciful names getting married.

Girl, Look, Looks, Names, Nonsense, Trouble

And the name of the one shall be Fearfulness. And the name of the other shall be Arrogance. . . Well, clearly you are not Fearfulness, so I suppose you must be Arrogance. ' This was not very polite.

Arrogance, Name, Names, Polite

Time and I have quarrelled. All hours are midnight now. I had a clock and a watch, but I destroyed them both. I could not bear the way they mocked me.

Bear, Hours, Life, Midnight, Watch, Watches

You've got to sing like you don't need the money. You've got to love like you'll never get hurt. You've got to dance like there's nobody watching. You've got to come from the heart, if you want it to work.

Come, Dance, Happiness, Hurt, Love

And how shall I think of you?' He considered a moment and then laughed. 'Think of me with my nose in a book!

Book, Laughed, Moment, Nose, Noses, Thinking

Mr. Robinson was a polished sort of person. He was so clean and healthy and pleased about everything that he positively shone - which is only to be expected in a fairy or an angel, but is somewhat disconcerting in an attorney.

Angel, Fairy, Healthy, Shone

Yet it is true—skin can mean a great deal. Mine means that any man may strike me in a public place and never fear the consequences. It means that my friends do not always like to be seen with me in the street. It means that no matter how many books I read, or languages I master, I will never be anything but a curiosity—like a talking pig or a mathematical horse.

Book, Horse, Man, Mean, Read

Drawing teaches habits of close observation that will always be useful.

Close, Drawing, Habit, Observation, Teaches

Lovers are rarely the most rational beings in creation.

Creation, Lovers, Rarely, Rational

He understood for the first time that the world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands.

Dumb, Language, Understands, Waiting, World

It was an old fashioned house --the sort of house in fact, as Strange expressed it, which a lady in a novel might like to be persecuted in.

Facts, House, Might, Novel, Old, Sort

The governess was not much liked in the village. She was too tall, too fond of books, too grave, and, a curious thing, never smiled unless there was something to smile at.

Book, Curious, Grave, Smile, Village

He screamed. Mmm?' inquired the gentleman. I. . . I would never presume to interrupt you, sir. But the ground appears to be swallowing me up. ' It is a bog,' said the gentleman, helpfully. It is certainly a most terrifying substance.

Gentleman, Interrupt, Mmm, Substance, Swallowing, Terrifying

It is curious and we magicians collect curiosities, you know.

Collect, Curiosities, Curiosity, Curious, Magician, Magicians

To be more precise it was the color of heartache.

Color, Heartache, Precise

There is nothing else in magic but the wild thought of the bird as it casts itself into the void. There is no creature upon the earth with such potential for magic. Even the least of them may fly straight out of this world and come by chance to the Other Lands. Where does the wind come from that blows upon your face, that fans the pages of your book? Where the harum-scarum magic of small wild creatures meets the magic of Man, where the language of the wind and the rain and the trees can be understood, there we will find the Raven King.

Book, Casts, Fly, Kings, Magic, Rain

She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.

Color, Rain, Regret, Shadows

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