A. S. Byatt
A. S. Byatt
Dame Antonia Susan Duffy DBE– known as A. S. Byatt – is an English novelist, poet and Booker Prize winner. In 2008, The Times newspaper named her on its list of the 50 greatest British writers since 1945...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth24 August 1936
writing ink hops
Only write to me, write to me, I love to see the hop and skip and sudden starts of your ink.
self moral-beliefs looks
I'm not very interested in myself. I do have a deep moral belief that you should always look out at other things and not be self-centred.
circles vocabulary lines
Vocabularies are crossing circles and loops. We are defined by the lines we choose to cross or to be confined by.
children feelings world
You know, it's a truism that writers for children must still be children themselves, deep down, must still feel childish feelings, and a child's surprise at the world.
writing school artist
There are many ways of writing badly about painting... There is an 'appreciative' language of threadbare, not inaccurate, but overexposed and irritating words... the language of the schools which 'situates' works and artists in schools and movements... novelists and poets [that] see paintings as allegories of writing...
stories love-story ends
Human beings love stories because they safely show us beginnings, middles and ends.
real thinking colour
I think vestigially there's a synesthete in me, but not like a real one who immediately knows what colour Wednesday is.
pain suffering may
Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally lend a certain rigid dignity of manner to the suffering frame.
heart phrases add
An odd phrase, "by heart," he would add, as though poems were stored in the bloodstream.
mean air two
We two remake our world by naming it / Together, knowing what words mean for us / And for the other for whom current coin / Is cold speech--but we say, the tree, the pool, / And see the fire in the air, the sun, our sun, / Anybody's sun, the world's sun, but here, now / Particularly our sun....
self trying revealing
I have a dreadful fear that the more you try to prevent revealing the self, the more you do.
dark night men
It is good for a man to invite his ghosts into his warm interior, out of the wild night, into the firelight, out of the howling dark.
best-of-me possession creatures
I am a creature of my pen. My pen is the best of me.
blood human-nature circulation
Narration is as much a part of human nature as breath and the circulation of the blood.