Isobelle Carmody
Isobelle Carmody
Isobelle Jane Carmodyis an Australian writer of science fiction, fantasy, children's literature, and young adult literature...
NationalityAustralian
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth16 June 1958
CountryAustralia
life spent
I am very fortunate in that I have spent pretty much my whole life being a writer, and before I was a writer, I was a storyteller.
oral poetic time
First and foremost, I'm an oral storyteller - I'll make a poetic choice over a grammatical choice every single time.
All through university years, I used to come up to Melbourne, go to Pizza Napoli with my friends and then to a movie.
thinking evil good-and-evil
Only humans think death is evil. But it is nature. Evil exist's only in life. There is much good and evil alloted to each life.
stars fall heart
You are born with the yearning arrow, my Glynna, though you are not yet fully aware of it. It is not a happy thing to possess, for nothing on earth - no goal, no person how ever beloved - will answer it. It points to the sky and to the heavens and the stars and when it cannot reach them, it must fall back to pierce your heart.
mother fear lying
Many truths which are not believed are called lies,' the Laughing Beast said. 'Mirrors do not themselves lie unless they have been enchanted. Ordinary mirrors merely reflect what is revealed to them. People lie and mirrors reflect people. If your mother feared mirrors in your land, she feared herself.
greed may faults
Impatience is not the least of your faults, Malik, it is a kind of greed and someday it may see you undone.
block heart eye
The mirror had broken into millions of pieces and the wind blew them all over the world. If a person got a speck in their eye, the person would only see the ugly side of things from then on, but if a piece got in their blood and it reached their heart, it would freeze into a solid block of ice and they couldn't feel anything anymore
long people fiction
Long fiction is wonderful and you can lose yourself in it as a reader and as a writer, but short stories don't allow the same kind of immersion. Often the best stories hold you back and make you witness them. This may be one of the reasons some people reject the form. That and the fact that they are harder work to read. A story will not let you get comfortable and settle in. It is like a stool that is so small that you must always be aware of sitting.
forget life-is said
She's forgetting,' Ellen said to Jack, plumping herself down on a chair. 'All of her life is leaking out of her. Soon there will be nothing left.
laughter cry caged
That was what happened to laughter when you caged it. It became unbearably sad. It was worse than crying.
doe ends wounds
Don't you understand that wanting does not belong here, because that is what wounds, and there is never an end to it.
girl heart ideas
My heart belongs to you,' He promised. 'Would you have loved me when I was a girl?' 'I have always loved you. Even before I met you I loved the idea of you.
fall eye cracks
Cracks especially. You have to be careful of the cracks.. Sometimes they are disguised as something else. A doorway, or a smile or even a winking eye. And if you fall through them, you never know were you will end up.