“Blackadder was fifty-four and had come to editing Ash out of pique. He was the son and grandson of Scottish schoolmasters. His… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“The class, on the other hand, buzzed and hummed with the anticipated pleasure of writing it up, one day. They were vindicated.… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“You are a born storyteller," said the old lady. "You had the sense to see you were caught in a story, and… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“Now and then there are readings that make the hairs on the neck, the non-existent pelt, stand on end and tremble, when… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“ If there is a subject that is my own, my dear Ellen, as a writer I mean, it is the persistent… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“Olive Wellwood had the feeling writers often have when told perfect tales for fictions, that there was too much fact, too little… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“It is possible for a writer to make, or remake at least, for a reader, the primary pleasures of eating, or drinking,… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“All old stories, my cousin, will bear telling and telling again in different ways. What is required is to keep alive, to… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“Above his head at street level, he saw an angled aileron of a scarlet Porsche, its jaunty fin more or less at the upper… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“Why do you go cold?" He kept his voice gentle. "I - I've analysed it. Because I have the sort of good looks I… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“She was a thinking child, and worked this out. It hurt her, unlike most knowledge, which was strength and pleasure.” — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“Those words . . . national and portrait. They were both to do with identity: the identity of a culture (place, language and history),… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“All these are true and none. The place is there Is what we name it, and is not. It is .” — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“He had been taught that language was essentially inadequate, that it could never speak what was there, that it only spoke itself. He thought… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“ We must come to grief and regret anyway - and I for one would rather regret the reality than its phantasm, knowledge than… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“Roland had learned to see himself, theoretically, as a crossing-place for a number of systems, all loosely connected. He had been trained to see… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“She thought human thoughts and stone thoughts. The latter were slow, patchily coloured, textured and extreme, both hot and cold. They did not translate… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“She looked, quickly, quickly, it was better than before, thanked him and averted her eyes. She came to trust him with her disintegration.” — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
