So we went to bed, assaulted by sleep that fumed at us from medicine glasses, or was wielded from small sweet-coated tablets -- dainty bricks of dream wrapped in the silk stockings of oblivion.
From the first place of liquid darkness, within the second place of air and light, I set down the following record with its mixture of fact and truth… - Janet Frame
From the first place of liquid darkness, within the second place of air and light, I set down the following record with its mixture of fact and truth…
- Janet Frame
I like to see life with its teeth out. - Janet Frame
I like to see life with its teeth out.
Much of living is an attempt to preserve oneself by annexing and occupying others. - Janet Frame
Much of living is an attempt to preserve oneself by annexing and occupying others.
Every morning I woke in dread, waiting for the day nurse to go on her rounds and announce from the list of names in her hand whether or not I was for… - Janet Frame
Every morning I woke in dread, waiting for the day nurse to go on her rounds and announce from the list of names in her hand whether or not I was for…
For your own good is a persuasive argument that will eventually make a man agree to his own destruction. - Janet Frame
For your own good is a persuasive argument that will eventually make a man agree to his own destruction.
I am not really a writer. I am just someone who is haunted, and I will write the hauntings down. - Janet Frame
I am not really a writer. I am just someone who is haunted, and I will write the hauntings down.
The sun is all love and murder, judgement, the perpetual raid of conscience, paratrooping light which opens like a snow-blossom in the downward drift… - Janet Frame
The sun is all love and murder, judgement, the perpetual raid of conscience, paratrooping light which opens like a snow-blossom in the downward drift…
Writing a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it is hours and years spent in the factories, the s… - Janet Frame
Writing a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it is hours and years spent in the factories, the s…
There is no past or future. Using tenses to divide time is like making chalk marks on water. - Janet Frame
There is no past or future. Using tenses to divide time is like making chalk marks on water.
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