I was born in North London in 1947. I didn't learn to read until I was almost 8-partly bad schooling, and partly I suspect slight dyslexic problems. My father, driven mad by this, taught me to read. At 9 I began writing. — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
The humble were the elect of God. Did not the priests teach so, in their gemmed, kingly robes, from their towering pulpits? — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“Having told of so much beauty, how is it possible to tell of her? There are no words left on the earth in any… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
As a child, my mother told me lots of fairy stories, many her own invention. She, too, tended to reverse the norm. — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“Often misunderstood, Dionysus is far more than a wine deity. He is the Breaker of Chains, who rescues not only the flesh but the… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
In the usual way I submitted manuscripts to publishers. This was not so much a feeling that I should be published as a wish… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
If they had said my writing wasn't good enough, fair enough, that's an opinion. But to say it's too complex is to insult the… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“Louisa beheld the grounds and house with the calm pleasure of one who has seen nothing, been nowhere, expects everything, and has little imagination.” — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“All the Scarabae—all but one—were crowded in the garden. They watched her. Their grim old faces gave away nothing. Like elderly kiddies at a… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“She did this not out of fear of him, but out of pity. Because she had come to see the ultimate terrible truth behind… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
Writing is writing, and stories are stories. Perhaps the only true genres are fiction and nonfiction. And even there, who can be sure? — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“Tanaquil gently toed the peeve. "I'll unfasten the window. Jump out to the lower roof and run." "Stay and bite," said the peeve.” — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
