Writing is writing, and stories are stories. Perhaps the only true genres are fiction and nonfiction. And even there, who can be sure?
Dawn rose from the desert and turned the river to wine. - Tanith Lee
Dawn rose from the desert and turned the river to wine.
- Tanith Lee
I never know where I am going, though. That is part of what makes it so wonderful. And after all, who does? - Tanith Lee
I never know where I am going, though. That is part of what makes it so wonderful. And after all, who does?
The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it. - Tanith Lee
The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it.
Flat or round, there has always been hate in the world. - Tanith Lee
Flat or round, there has always been hate in the world.
Maidens who stay maidens turn into saints. Old women become sorceresses. Tough jobs, both of these. - Tanith Lee
Maidens who stay maidens turn into saints. Old women become sorceresses. Tough jobs, both of these.
When I am fascinated by something, I like to play with it. - Tanith Lee
When I am fascinated by something, I like to play with it.
I will draw you back to me. You shall see. By a chain of stars. - Tanith Lee
I will draw you back to me. You shall see. By a chain of stars.
Ecstasy and vulnerability belonged in the same dish. The fear the cup would be snatched away was what gave the wine its savor. - Tanith Lee
Ecstasy and vulnerability belonged in the same dish. The fear the cup would be snatched away was what gave the wine its savor.
It's lovely. I hate it. - Tanith Lee
It's lovely. I hate it.
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