Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Susanna Clarke

Quote by Susanna Clarke

“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.”

Quote by Susanna Clarke

Work

Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell

This novel is a rich tapestry of historical fiction and fantasy, following the lives of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, two men who bring magic back to England. The story delves into the complexities of magic and its impact on society, while also providing a detailed look at the political and social landscape of the time. more

Author

Susanna Clarke
Susanna Clarke

Susanna Clarke is a British author best known for her novel 'American Gods', which has won numerous awards, including the Hugo Award. Born on November 1, 1959, Clarke grew up in the UK and studied English literature at Oxford University. Her career began as a literary editor before she turned to writing. 'American Gods' is a fantasy novel that blends history, mythology, and science fiction, and it has achieved both critical acclaim and commercial success. Clarke's work is celebrated for its unique narrative techniques and profound exploration of social and cultural issues, having a significant impact on contemporary fantasy literature. more

You May Also Like

“People underestimate the importance of dilligence as a virtue. No doubt it has something to do with how supremely mundane it seems. It is defined as "the constant and earnest effort to accomplish what is undertaken."... Understood, however, as the prerequisite of great accomplishment, diligence stands as one of the most difficult challenges facing any group of people who take on tasks of risk and consequence. It sets a high, seemingly impossible, expectation for performance and human behavior.”

“The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.”