“Times change, men change, the rabble –never. The rabble is an animal, a corporate body made up of many atoms of which… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
I tend not to analyse my work, though I'm frequently intrigued when other people take time to do so. — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“All I can offer is this (without a single remembrance or image, or even incoherent wisp of correspondence), even so I knew,… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“When I write, I go to live inside the book. By which I mean, mentally I can experience everything I’m writing about.… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
What is any of this to us? Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
The humble were the elect of God. Did not the priests teach so, in their gemmed, kingly robes, from their towering pulpits? — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“Having told of so much beauty, how is it possible to tell of her? There are no words left on the earth in any… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
As a child, my mother told me lots of fairy stories, many her own invention. She, too, tended to reverse the norm. — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“Often misunderstood, Dionysus is far more than a wine deity. He is the Breaker of Chains, who rescues not only the flesh but the… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
In the usual way I submitted manuscripts to publishers. This was not so much a feeling that I should be published as a wish… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
If they had said my writing wasn't good enough, fair enough, that's an opinion. But to say it's too complex is to insult the… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“Louisa beheld the grounds and house with the calm pleasure of one who has seen nothing, been nowhere, expects everything, and has little imagination.” — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“All the Scarabae—all but one—were crowded in the garden. They watched her. Their grim old faces gave away nothing. Like elderly kiddies at a… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
