TANITH LEE QUOTES III

British author (1947- )

Danger and anger are everywhere. Love is the rarity, the gem buried in the core of the mine, the outpost of God.

TANITH LEE

Metallic Love


It was not apathy. It was an intelligent disinterest in those things that could have no bearing on one's existence.

TANITH LEE

Red as Blood; or Tales from the Sisters Grimmer

Tags: apathy


Often misunderstood, Dionysus is far more than a wine deity. He is the Breaker of Chains, who rescues not only the flesh but the heart and spirit from too much of worldly regulations and duties. He is a god of joy and freedom. Any uncultivated, tangled, and primal woodland is very much his domain.

TANITH LEE

The Green Man: Tales from the Mythic Forest


Go nowhere on a horse that fades, for your dreams will betray you.

TANITH LEE

Night's Master

Tags: dreams


Genre categories are irrelevant. I dislike them, but I do not have the casting vote. Writing is writing and stories are stories. Perhaps the only true genres are fiction and non-fiction. And even there, who can be sure?

TANITH LEE

Tabula Rasa, October 1994


Men are not the causers of history. History itself, by a pressure of events, causes men to resort to particular actions.

TANITH LEE

The Gods are Thirsty

Tags: history


Women are so sensitive, darling. They have to be. They have to be aware what a man wants, what their children want. They have antennae all over them, whiskers of feeling. And unfortunately that has a down side. It means they get hurt.

TANITH LEE

Hunting the Shadows

Tags: women


If anyone ever wonders why there's nothing coming from me, it's not my fault. I'm doing the work. No, I haven't deteriorated or gone insane. Suddenly, I just can't get anything into print. And apparently I'm not alone in this. There are people of very high standing, authors who are having problems. So I have been told. In my own case, the more disturbing element is the editor-in-chief who said to me, "I think this book is terrific. It ought to be in print. I can't publish it -- I've been told I mustn't." The indication is that I'm not writing what people want to read, but I never did.

TANITH LEE

Locus Magazine, April 1998


How massively the mountains stand, while low to the ground the sand blows. The sand blows on and on. And then there are no mountains, none at all, the sand has kissed and whispered them away. And still, the sand blows on.

TANITH LEE

Delirium's Mistress


The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it.

TANITH LEE

Death's Master

Tags: soul