We inherit plots. There are only two or three in the world, five or six at most. We ride them like treadmills. — Janette Turner Hospital Copy Share Image
“They whisper: no little man from Customs and Immigration stands at the doors of memory or imagination demanding to see your passport. No arts… — Janette Turner Hospital Copy Share Image
I am extremely interested in how people negotiate catastrophe, not because I'm morbidly interested in it but because I'm interested in the secret of… — Janette Turner Hospital Copy Share Image
That is where homeland is. In that shifting space, kinfolk know one another by secret signs; and wherever kinfolk meet, homeland soil coalesces about… — Janette Turner Hospital Copy Share Image
The world is crammed with messages. We’ll never have time to read them all. — Janette Turner Hospital Copy Share Image
“Cap notices the first red and gold leaves of the fall eddying on the surface of the lake. Do they make a pattern? Perhaps.… — Janette Turner Hospital Copy Share Image
“Nothing, however, is certain except uncertainty and there is always interference in the lines of flight.” — Janette Turner Hospital Copy Share Image
All of my writing career is about how human beings negotiate dark matter. — Janette Turner Hospital Copy Share Image
“What's yer name?" he demanded. The girl searched for a name. "Stella," she said at last, because she had the stars at her fingertips… — Janette Turner Hospital Copy Share Image
There are all kinds of under-represented groups in the literary establishment. — Janette Turner Hospital Copy Share Image
“From outer darkness to outer darkness, a feathered meteor through a moment of light...” — Janette Turner Hospital Copy Share Image
I've found you can go on writing in the dark, and that the act of writing itself, that mysterious, dangerous, intoxicating, absorbing, nourishing magician's… — Janette Turner Hospital Copy Share Image
