Quotes

"You pearl."

Don't drink all the Coke!

im not sure if this was in the movie or not but it was in the book."She was just like milk- too pale, too pure, too simple. She was made to spoil."

AT THE WEDDING NIGHT: LOOK AT ME SUE!

My favorite quote is from the novel

Sue: "When I try now to sort out who knew what and who knew nothing, who knew everything and who was a fraud, I have to stop and give it up, it makes my head spin."

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"It's horrible! That's me as a vampire? I'm all evil... and skanky... and I think I'm kind of gay!"

My two favorites are from Maud (Elaine Cassidy)

"I'm not the good,sweet girl you thought i was....THIS is what i am"

and...

"She has touched the life of me....the quick of me"



>>>---We'Re QueeR,We'Re HeRe...So YoU BeTTeR GeT UsEd To It---<<<

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"Sue on our wedding night, what most I do? I know you're awake. Sue!
For gods sake, miss!"

That's excellent.

"Mrs Sucksby, Gentleman and that... bitch" ;)

Love all the quotes already on here!

I just started reading the book...well I'm half way through it. And I just love how in depth the book goes and lets you see what each one was thinking.

Sarah Waters is a phenomenal writer!


From the book (copy and paste from PDF file) :


Sue -
But, here was a curious thing. The more I tried to give up thinking
of her, the more I said to myself, 'She's nothing to you', the harder
I tried to pluck the idea of her out of my heart, the more she stayed
there. All day I sat or walked with her, so full of the fate I was
bringing her to I could hardly touch her or meet her gaze; and all night
I lay with my back turned to her, the blanket over my ears to keep out
her sighs. But in the hours in between, when she went to her uncle, I
felt her—I felt her, through the walls of the house, like some blind
crooks are said to be able to feel gold. It was as if there had come
between us, without my knowing, a kind of thread. It pulled me to her,
wherever she was. It was like—
It's like you love her, I thought.

Sue's perspective -
'No dreams,' she said, 'save one. But that was a sweet one.
I think— I think you were in it, Sue…'
She kept her eyes on mine, as if waiting. I saw the blood beat
in her throat. Mine beat to match it, my very heart turned in my
breast; and I think, that if I had drawn her to me then, she'd
have kissed me. If I had said, I love you, she would have said it
back; and everything would have changed. I might have saved her.
I might have found a way—I don't know what—to keep her
from her fate.


The following night...Sue decides to go back sleeping in her own bed...

Sue -
I went back to my narrow bed, with its sheets like pieces of
pastry. I heard her turning, and sighing, all through the night;
and I turned, and sighed, myself. I felt that thread that had come
between us, tugging, tugging at my heart—so hard, it hurt me. A
hundred times I almost rose, almost went in to her; a hundred
times I thought, Go to her! Why are you waiting? Go back to
her side! But every time, I thought of what would happen if I
did. I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to
touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath come upon my mouth,
without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her,
without wanting to save her.




After Gentleman kissed Maud's wrist and threatened to tell Sue how Maud really felt about her...

Maud -
For, he has shown me to myself. He leads me to her, we walk
to the house, she takes my cloak, takes my shoes; her cheek is
pink, after all: she stands frowning at the glass, moves a hand,
lightly, across her face… That is all she does; but I see it, and my
heart gives a plunge—that caving, or dropping, that has so much panic
in it, so much darkness, I supposed it fear, or madness. I watch her
turn and stretch, walk her random way about the room—see her make all
the careless unstudied gestures I have marked so covetously, so long.
Is this desire? How queer that I, of all people, should not know!
But I thought desire smaller, neater; I supposed it bound to its own
organs as taste is bound to the mouth, vision to the eye. This
feeling haunts and inhabits me, like a sickness.
It covers me, like skin.

Maud -
I am afraid, that night, to undress before her. I am afraid to lie
at her side. I am afraid to sleep. I am afraid I will dream of her.
I am afraid that, in dreaming, I will turn and touch her…

Maud -
When Sue comes to undress me I will myself to suffer her touch, coolly,
as I think a mannequin of wax might suffer the quick, indifferent touches
of a tailor. And yet, even wax limbs must yield at last, to the heat of
the hands that lift and place them. There comes a night when, finally,
I yield to hers.



Maud -
Everything, I say to myself, is changed. I think I was dead,
before. Now she has touched the life of me, the quick of me; she
has put back my flesh and opened me up. Everything is
changed.



As the nurses/doctors take Sue away...

Maud's perspective-
Her brown eyes—wide—with that darker fleck. Her tumbling hair. 'Oh! Oh!
My heart is breaking!'


Love Sarah Waters' writing:
The younger Maud -
And of course, these are thoughts that come to me later, when I
know the full measure of my uncle's particular mania. That day,
in my childish way, I glimpse only its surface. But I see that
it is dark, and know that it is silent—indeed, its substance is
the substance of the darkness and the silence which fills my
uncle's house like water or like wax. Should I struggle, it will
draw me deep into itself, and I will drown. I do not wish, then,
to do that. I cease struggling at all, and surrender myself to its
viscid, circular currents.


"Art is I, Science is we."
-Claude Bernard