The so-called Real World. Human misery and sadness. Blind politics and general cruelty. — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
I was reading some complex books in my own youth-and no, I didnt always understand every word, let alone every concept-but I… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
World's flying like birds; my car's in flight. The city lights are spattered on my windshield like the fragments of the night.… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
I just love writing. It's magical, it's somewhere else to go, it's somewhere much more dreadful, somewhere much more exciting. Somewhere I… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
There was no violence, no speed. It moved to the rhythm of an elder dance, putting all the rituals of the world… — 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
