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
when I first began this diary I said I would give a record of my inner life. I begin to wonder if… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
“What, in all the world , could I do to earn my living and still live as myself, as I knew myself… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
Much of living is an attempt to preserve oneself by annexing and occupying others. — 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
“The human race is an elsewhere race and I am an imposter in a street of imposters. I am nothing and no-one:… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
“..."if you can't adapt yourself to living in a mental hospital how do you expect to be able to live 'out in… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
All writers--all beings--are exiles as a matter of course. The certainty about living is that it is a succession of expulsions of… — 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
