“Men could not have too much. Ecstasy and vulnerability belonged in the same dish. The fear the cup would be snatched away… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
I held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“She was what an aristocrat should be, porcelain and silk, unreachable, gracious, untainted by the dust of all this common death.” — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
What is any of this to us? Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
Hope is a punishable offense. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart. — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“Everything now had been taken from him, his striving after goodness, his hopes, his pride, even that human revenge upon fate--to destroy… — 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
