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
time play games
What is any of this to us? Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in it.
hate lovely i-hate
It's lovely. I hate it.
madness born things-to-do
Madness. I did not get myself born to die. I have better things to do.
hate trying care
I hate the way, once you start to know someone, care about them, their behavior can distress you, even when it's unreasonable and not your fault, even if you were really trying to be careful, tactful.
gestures portraits paint
He sat by her, watching every gesture she made, as if he would paint her portrait afterward.
intelligent apathy disinterest
It was not apathy. It was an intelligent disinterest in those things that could have no bearing on one's existence.
stars chains draws
I will draw you back to me. You shall see. By a chain of stars.
despair alive sometimes
I'm not very good at being alive. Sometimes I despair of ever mastering it, getting it right. When I'm old, perhaps.
writing scary stories
Writing is writing, and stories are stories. Perhaps the only true genres are fiction and nonfiction. And even there, who can be sure?
hell
Whatever the hell I am, I am Me.
blow mountain sand
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.
care film ifs
I also love Disney, and will defend doing so, because there's so much in those films and I don't care if it's stereotyped.
desire deeds savages
Robespierre, crippled and blind, has yet to be healed to the knowledge that service - his desire - is a deed of savage-speaking gentleness, not soft-spoken savagery.
jobs children stupid
In the usual way I submitted manuscripts to publishers. This was not so much a feeling that I should be published as a wish to escape the feared and hated drudgery of "normal" work. In my twenties some of my work for children was published by Macmillan. However, I was twenty-seven before my adult novel, The Birthgrave, was taken by DAW Books in the USA. This enabled me finally to stop doing stupid and soul-killing jobs, and start working day and night as a professional writer. It felt like a rescue from damnation, and still does.