Tanith Lee
Tanith Lee
Tanith Leewas a British writer of science fiction, horror, and fantasy. She was the author of over 90 novels and 300 short stories, a children's picture book, and many poems. She also wrote two episodes of the BBC science fiction series Blake's 7. She was the first woman to win the British Fantasy Award best novel award, for her book Death's Master...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth19 September 1947
stars night rocks
It gets cold in the desert at night, particularly up in the mountains; the stars hammer on the rock and strike frost.
selfish writing selfishness
It's very selfish when I write. I'm not aware, ever, of writing for another person; I'm not even really aware of writing for myself.
moon night air
There was no violence, no speed. It moved to the rhythm of an elder dance, putting all the rituals of the world to shame. Black, silver, gold and moon-opal, night and sea, fire, earth, air and water.
strong writing men
I like writing about women, weak and strong, pathetic and heroic. I like writing about men, ditto. And all the variants of men and women, beasts and demons.
casting vote genre
Genre categories are irrelevant. I dislike them, but I do not have the casting vote.
changed i-havent-changed happened
I haven't changed. Something's happened to me, that's all.
sleep essence profound
She could not mourn. She could no longer weep grasping the essence of annihilation, she wished only to cease, to be no more, as if sunk in some profound sleep devoid of wakening.
flower roots hundred
Are not all loves secretly the same? A hundred flowers sprung from a single root.
book special littles
I held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their inadequacy there was not one I would disown. Each tore its way from my entrails. Each had shortened my life, killed me with its own special little death.
kissing love-is flames
A rose by any other name Would get the blame For being what it is-- The colour of a kiss, The shadow of a flame. A rose may earn another name, So call it love; So call it love I will, And love is like the sea, Which changes constantly, And yet is still The same.
butterfly blood towers
She looked, and a scarlet butterfly flew away from her, away down the length of the tower, and then another, another, an unraveling scarf of butterflies like winged blood.
dream horse betray
Go nowhere on a horse that fades, for your dreams will betray you.
running trying trouble
If you run away from trouble, it always follows.' Rather my impression, too. Though that never stopped me trying.
jobs saint tough
Maidens who stay maidens turn into saints. Old women become sorceresses. Tough jobs, both of these.