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
I have always disliked the morning, it is too responsible a time, with the daylight demanding that it be 'faced' and (usually… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
“Then I rise disembodied from the dark to grasp and attach myself like a homeless parasite to the shape of my identity… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
Divisions of the kind were fashionable at that time, and it was so easy to stifle one's need to help by deciding… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
They meant abnormal. Divisions of the kind were fashionable at that time, and it was so easy to stifle one's need to… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
There is no past or future. Using tenses to divide time is like making chalk marks on water. — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
time past is not time gone, it is time accumulated with the host resembling the character in the fairytale who was joined… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
Writing an autobiography, usually thought of as a looking back, can just as well be a looking across or through, with the… — 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
