Catherine Fisher
Catherine Fisher
Catherine Fisheris a Welsh writer, broadcaster and adjudicator who lives in Newport. Her former jobs include working as a primary school teacher and archaeologist. She also taught Writing for Children at the University of Glamorgan...
NationalityWelsh
ProfessionWriter
survival pay
Freedom is a small price to pay for survival.
All my life I have dreamed of you.
ideas enough concerned
None of us have much idea where we are. Perhaps all our lives are too concerned with where, and not enough with who.
past men artist
We are chained hand and foot by protocol, enslaved to a static, empty world where men and women can’t read, where the scientific advances of the ages are the preserve of the rich, where artists and poets are doomed to endless repetitions and sterile reworking of past masterpieces. Nothing is new. New does not exist. Nothing changes, nothing grows, evolves, develops. Time has stopped. Progress is forbidden
song wall lying
Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. -Songs of Sapphique
song wall fall
All my years to this moment All my roads to this wall. All my words to this silence All my pride to this fall. -Songs of Sapphique
song stars coats
I have walked a stair of swords, I have worn a coat of scars. I have vowed with hollow words, I have lied my way to the stars -Songs of Sapphique
stars prison found
He had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison.
perfect world scared
And what would they be scared of? There's nothing to fear in a perfect world, is there?
two secret safe
It's safe to tell a secret to one. Risky to tell it to two. To tell it to three is thoughtless folly, everyone else will know.
hate enemy enough
He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.
mean care ifs
If it means my death, I don't care, because even death will be a sort of freedom.
hate sorrow sticks
I hate her." Merlin laughed, tossing the stick down. "Not so. You have forgotten how to love. That's a different sorrow.
song sweet stars
He sang his last song. And the words of that have never been written down. But it was sweet and of great beauty, and those that heard it were changed utterly. Some say it was the song that moves the stars.