Clothes are nothing more than a fig leaf. And the bodies beneath are just another layer of clothing, an outfit of flesh with an impractically thin leather exterior, in various shades of pink, yellow and brown. The souls alone are… — 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 benignly. "Yes," said Bodley "With her own riding crop." "Beat her very severely." "Particularly about the face and mouth." "I understand all the fight's gone out of her now." "Well, as you can imagine," he says.… — Michel Faber Copy Share
“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
