• And off in the far distance, the gold on the wings of the angel atop the bell tower of San Marco flashed in the sun, bathing the entire city in its glistening benediction

    Donna Leon
  • We buy things. We wear them or put them on our walls, or sit on them, but anyone who wants to can take them away from us. Or break them....Long after he's dead, someone else will own those stupid little boxes, and then someone after him, just as someone owned them before he did. But no one ever thinks of that: objects survive us and go on living. It's stupid to believe we own them. And it's sinful for them to be so important

    Donna Leon
  • You really love to gossip, don't you?

    Donna Leon
  • She became his Ariadne, leading him through the labyrinth of books, stopping now and then to pass another one to him

    Donna Leon
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