Occupation: Novelist Birth: May 7, 1940 Death: February 16, 1992
Just because we're sisters under the skin doesn't mean we've got much in common..
My paternal grandmother would not light a fire on the Sabbath and piled all Sunday's washing-up in a bucket, to be dealt with on Monday morning, beca….
[T]ea, that uniquely English meal, that unnecessary collation at which no stimulants--neither alcohol nor meat--are served, that comforting repast of….
I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off..
...in their millenial and long-lived patience they knew quite well how, in a hundred years, or a thousand years' time, or else, perhaps, tomorrow, in….
We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity..
Pornographers are the enemies of women only because our contemporary ideology of pornography does not encompass the possibility of change, as if we w….
The one-eyed man will be King in the country of the blind only if he arrives there in full possession of his partial faculties--that is, providing he….
In the mythic schema of all relations between men and women, man proposes, and woman is disposed of..
For most of human history, 'literature,' both fiction and poetry, has been narrated, not written — heard, not read. So fairy tales, folk tales, stori….
What do you see when you see me?' She asked him, burying her own face in his bosom. 'Do you want the truth?' She nodded. 'The firing squad.' 'That's ….
I haven't changed much, over the years. I use less adjectives, now, and have a kinder heart, perhaps..
Anticipation is the greater part of pleasure..
Irish was a man of parts even if some of them didn't work too well..
Fine art, that exists for itself alone, is art in a final state of impotence. If nobody, including the artist, acknowledges art as a means of knowing….
They will be like shadows, they will be like wraiths, gray members of a congregation of nightmare; hark! his long wavering howl . . . an aria of fear….
Not for Moorcock the painful, infrequent excretion of dry little novels like so many rabbit pellets; his is the grand, messy fluxitself, in all its h….
The lovely Hazard girls', they used to call them. Huh. Lovely is as lovely does; if they looked like what they behave like, they'd frighten little ch….
His main principles were indeed as follows: everything it is possible to imagine can also exist..
Sade has a curious ability to render every aspect of sexuality suspect, so that we see how the chaste kiss of the sentimental lover differs only in d….
Cats of all kinds weave in and out of the text; Burroughs has clearly taken to them in a big way in his old age and seems torn between a fear they wi….