“...to her, all familiar responses smell of entrapment. Sharing an old joke, singing an old song - these are admissions of defeat, of being satisfied with one's lot. In the sky, the Fates are watching, and when they hear such… — Michel Faber Copy Share Image
“Reading, by its very nature, is an admission of defeat, a ritual of self-humiliation: it shows that you believe other lives are more interesting than yours” — Michel Faber Copy Share Image
One of the things my success as an author has forced me to face is how dysfunctional... Maybe that's a strong word, but how… — Michel Faber Copy Share Image
“One of Lucy's admirers took to her, apparently." "Took to her?" echoes William, his own feelings for Sugar causing him to construe the phrase… — Michel Faber Copy Share Image
“Because I must do something while I still can. Each soul is still incalculably precious.” — Michel Faber Copy Share Image
“She sings on and on, while the house is discreetly dusted all around her and, in the concealed and subterranean kitchen, a naked duck,… — Michel Faber Copy Share Image
My energies get used up quite quickly, and the psychic space I'm in when I write is a very lonely one, so I found… — Michel Faber Copy Share Image
When we ask bureaucrats to identify who is responsible for fixing anything, they reassure us that there are 'procedures in place.' — Michel Faber Copy Share Image
“Yes, seven years old she was, when she finally plucked up the courage to ask her mother what Christmas was all about, and Mrs… — Michel Faber Copy Share Image
Of course I know that the twins are only words on a page, and I'm certainly not the sort of writer who talks to… — Michel Faber Copy Share Image
“Isn't Heaven reward enough, without needing to see the damned punished?” — Michel Faber Copy Share Image
