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“Thackeray's a good writer and Flaubert is a great artist. Trollope is a good writer and Dickens is a great artist. Colette is a very good writer and Proust is a great artist. Katherine Anne Porter was an extremely good writer and Willa Cather was a great artist.”
― Truman Capote, Conversations with Capote

“Your average genre novel is like a high speed car chase ending in a massive crash, with death, destruction, and balls of flame, from which the main characters (usually) emerge mostly unscathed. Everything builds up to the crash, and it’s the anticipation that keeps us turning pages.

Anthony Trollope, by contrast, is like a pleasant Sunday afternoon drive through the countryside in an open carriage behind a pair of matched horses. There’s conflict, sure; a herd of sheep blocks the road, two countrymen come to blows outside the pub, the cows in this field are looking daggers at the cows in that field. But the point of the drive is the drive itself, not the destination, because of course you’re just going to end up at home anyway.”
― willduquette

“I don't think you truly realize what it means for the gates of Tyersall Park to be closed to you forever."

Nick laughed. "Jacqueline, you sound like some character out of a Trollope novel!”
― Kevin Kwan, China Rich Girlfriend

“Let us presume that Barchester is a quiet town in the West of England, more remarkable for the beauty of its cathedral and the antiquity of its monuments than for any commercial prosperity; that the west end of Barchester is the cathedral close, and that the aristocracy of Barchester are the bishop, dean, and canons, with their respective wives and daughters.”
― Anthony Trollope, The Warden

“Mother had an old aunt over at Allington when she was a girl, Aunt Lily Dale, and she was great on families and used to snap mother's head off if she didn't know who was whose relation, especially in East Barsetshire. She had some kind of dislike to the de Courcys, mother never knew why, and wouldn't talk about them, but otherwise she was a walking 'Who's Who.”
― Angela Thirkell, Love among the Ruins. A novel

“Oh Lord Dumbello, what of the sacred character of truth? What of that difficulty about religious education, and that promise of thine, so lightly made, condemning the little Dumbellos (if need be) to the creed of the Prophet, and drink no more of the port that lies in the Hartletop cellars? Oh, Lord Dumbello, is not a man's best friend his mother, and shoulders not thou have been open with her at a time like this?”
― Ronald Arbuthnott Knox

“Henry James wrote that 'there are two kinds of taste in the appreciation of imaginative literature: the taste for emotions of surprise and the taste for emotions of recognition. It is the latter that Trollope gratifies.”
― Susan Hill, Howards End Is on the Landing: A Year of Reading from Home