I inhabited a territory of loneliness which resembles the place where the dying spend their time before death, and from where those… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
...there must be an inviolate place where the choices and decisions, however imperfect, are the writer's own, where the decision must be… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
“It is my trade," he said. "I work for the bean family, and every day there are deaths among the beans, mostly… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
[...] a morass of despair violence death with a thin layer of glass spread upon the surface where Love, a tiny crab… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
Death is a dramatic accomplishment of absence; language may be almost as effective. — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
Language, at least, may give up the secrets of life and death, leading us through the maze to the original Word as… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
“A writer must stand on the rock of her self and her judgment or be swept away by the tide or sink… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
The sun is all love and murder, judgement, the perpetual raid of conscience, paratrooping light which opens like a snow-blossom in the… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
I must go down to the seas again to find where I buried the hatchet with Yesterday. — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
“So I went up north to a land of palm trees and mangroves like malignant growths in the mud-filled throats of the bays, and… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
“A certain pleasure was added to Grace’s relief at establishing herself as a migratory bird. She found that she understood the characters in her… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
“I have to cry out here that language is all we have for the delicacy and truth of telling, that words are the sole… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
The only certainty about writing and trying to be a writer is that it has to be done, not dreamed of or planned and… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
Listening to her, one experienced a deep uneasiness as of having avoided an urgent responsibility, like someone who, walking at night along the banks… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
People dread silence because it is transparent; like clear water, which reveals every obstacle—the used, the dead, the drowned, silence reveals the cast-off words… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
So we went to bed, assaulted by sleep that fumed at us from medicine glasses, or was wielded from small sweet-coated tablets -- dainty… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
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