Tonight I can smell the season the way it's usually only possible to at the very first moments of its return, before you're used to it, when you've forgotten its smell, then there it is back in the air and… — Ali Smith Copy Share Image
As for Aliki - if you were to stand in the middle of Rome and say the name Sophia Loren, or Paris and say… — Ali Smith Copy Share Image
“Elisabeth had been listening to the programme in the bath. She'd switched the radio off after it and wondered if she'd be able to… — Ali Smith Copy Share Image
There is a kind of poetry, bad and good, in evrything, everywhere we look. — Ali Smith Copy Share Image
“I could lick it off with my tongue, if I had a tongue again, if my tongue was wet, and I could taste it… — Ali Smith Copy Share Image
“...he had simply typed the words something beautiful into the Google images box. Up came a picture of some leaves against the sun. A… — Ali Smith Copy Share Image
What shop did this book come from? she asked. Her father was looking worried at the cooker. He always got rice wrong. I don't… — Ali Smith Copy Share Image
What's the point of art, of any art, if it doesn't let us see with a little bit of objectivity where we are? — Ali Smith Copy Share Image
If you can read the world as a construct, you can ask questions of the construct, and you can suggest ways to change the… — Ali Smith Copy Share Image
“I’m tired of the news. I’m tired of the way it makes things spectacular that aren’t, and deals so simplistically with what’s truly appalling.… — Ali Smith Copy Share Image
