Category: beautiful sentences

A storybook detective starts by confronting us with a murder and ends by absolving us of it. He clears us of guilt. He relieves us of uncertainty. He removes us from the presence of death. Kate Summerscale, The Suspicions of Mr Whicher.

The only way to know tenderness is to dismantle it. Dianne Seuss, “White violet, not so much an image.” (The Missouri Review, Summer 2011).

“While a murder went unsolved, everything was potentially significant, packed with secrets. The observers, like paranoiacs, saw messages everywhere. Objects could regain their innocence only when the killer was caught.” Kate Summerscale, The Suspicions of Mr Whicher.