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
perfect world scared
And what would they be scared of? There's nothing to fear in a perfect world, is there?
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 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.
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.
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.
men prison known
Only the man who has known freedom Can define his prison.
eye giving chloe
Chloe turned to Vetch. The poet said gently, "You see, you do have power. Words give you power, to create or destroy." His eyes flickered to Clare. "Even to forgive...
loss dark soul
Even across the dark, even across the loss, even across the emptiness, soul will speak to soul