He felt changed, but there was no one to tell.
He felt changed, but there was no one to tell. A. S. Byatt
He felt changed, but there was no one to tell. A. S. Byatt
Ice burns, and it is hard to the warm-skinned to distinguish one sensation, fire, from the other, frost. A. S. Byatt
A surprising number of people – including many students of literature – will tell you they haven’t really lived in a book since they were … Read More
We two remake our world by naming it / Together, knowing what words mean for us / And for the other for whom current coin … Read More
No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed. A. S. Byatt
I worry about anthropomorphism as a form of self-deception. (The Christian religion is an anthropomorphic account of the universe.) A. S. Byatt
Once upon a time, when men and women hurtled through the air on metal wings, when they wore webbed feet and walked on the bottom … Read More
Narration is as much a part of human nature as breath and the circulation of the blood. A. S. Byatt
I think the virtue I prize above all others is curiosity. If you look really hard at almost anybody, and try to see why they’re … Read More
An odd phrase, “by heart,” he would add, as though poems were stored in the bloodstream. A. S. Byatt
I think the names of colors are at the edge, between where language fails and where it’s at its most powerful. A. S. Byatt
There are things that happen and leave no discernible trace, are not spoken or written of, though it would be very wrong to say that … Read More
Art does not exist for politics, or for instruction- it exists primarily for pleasure, or it is nothing. A. S. Byatt
Biographies are no longer written to explain or explore the greatness of the great. They redress balances, explore secret weaknesses, demolish legends. A. S. Byatt
I’m not very interested in myself. I do have a deep moral belief that you should always look out at other things and not be … Read More
He was beautiful, that was always affirmed, but his beauty was hard to fix or to see, for he was always glimmering, flickering, melting, mixing, … Read More
I’m more interested in books than people, and I always expect everybody else to be, but they’re not. A. S. Byatt
I think the virtue I prize above all others is curiosity. A. S. Byatt
…words have been all my life, all my life–this need is like the Spider’s need who carries before her a huge Burden of Silk which … Read More
Think of this – that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other. A. S. Byatt