The more research you do, the more at ease you are in the world you're writing about. It doesn't encumber you, it makes you free.
A. S. ByattRead
She devoured stories with rapacious greed, ranks of black marks on white, sorting themselves into mountains and trees, stars, moons and suns, dragons, dwarfs, and forests containing wolves, foxes and the dark.
Interpretation
The quote highlights a deep passion for literature and the joy of immersing oneself in stories.
In this quote, A. S. Byatt captures the intense love for reading and literature. The imagery of 'devouring stories with rapacious greed' evokes a sense of enthusiasm and insatiable hunger for knowledge and creativity that literature provides. It emphasizes how stories transport readers to fantastical worlds filled with vivid imagery, ranging from nature to mythical creatures, inviting them to explore their imagination and emotions.
In practice
Using this quote at a book club to emphasize the importance of storytelling.
The more research you do, the more at ease you are in the world you're writing about. It doesn't encumber you, it makes you free.
It's because I'm a feminist that I can't stand women limiting other women's imaginations. It really makes me angry.
Why do we take pleasure in gruesome death, neatly packaged as a puzzle to which we may find a satisfactory solution through clues - or if we are not clever enough, have it revealed by the all-powerful tale-teller at the end of the book? It is something to do with being reduced to, and comforted by, playing by the rules.
Never stop paying attention to things. Never make your mind up finally. Do not hold beliefs.
Only write to me, write to me, I love to see the hop and skip and sudden starts of your ink.
I am a creature of my pen. My pen is the best of me.
When I go to Comic-Cons and people line up for autographs, so many people have a story about how they are moved, how they get tearful about what 'Back To The Future' meant to them.
I always try to keep that feeling of being on the edge. I'm afraid of knowing too well and seeming mechanical.
She screamed, the high scream that was neither human nor animal but something terrible in between, the sort of sound that you never forget no matter how many beautiful things you hear afterward.
You should go from place to place recovering the poems that have been written for you to which you can affix your signature. Don't discuss these matters with anyone. Retrieve. Retrieve. When the basket is full someone will appear to whom you can present it.
A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else can only be a footnote.
The frightening thought that what you draw may become a building makes for reasoned lines.
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