Juliet Marillier
Juliet Marillier
Juliet Marillieris a New Zealand-born writer of fantasy, focusing predominantly on historical fantasy. She was educated at the University of Otago, where she graduated with a BA in languages and a Bachelor of Music. Marillier taught music at the high school and university levels and has also served as a choral conductor and opera singer. In 2009 Marillier was diagnosed with breast cancer...
NationalityNew Zealander
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth27 July 1948
powerful weapons most-powerful
The most powerful weapon is hope.
betrayal gestures glances
I thought of betrayal and how it came so easily - in a word, a glance, a gesture.
strong needs helping
Ask us for any help you need...Let us be strong for you.
hate simple thinking
The world is simple, I think, in its essence. Life, death, love, hate. Desire, fulfillment. Magic.
dark light evil
There is no good or evil, save in the way you see the world. There is no dark or light save in your own.
suicide father views
I do not view suicide as wicked, just terribly sad. There is only one death, but it is like a stone cast into a pond - the ripples stretch far. Such an act must leave a burden of sorrow, guilt, shame and confusion on an entire family. A natural death, such as my father suffered, is hard enough to deal with. A decision to end one's life must be still more devastating for those left behind. I cannot imagine the degree of hopelessness someone must feel to contemplate such an act.
suffering found-love found
As for me, I had found love, and that was a gift worth suffering for.
quiet-people voice answers
With respect," said Red, and his voice had gone so quiet people hushed each other to hear him, "my tale is yet unfinished; you should hear me out. And it is her answer I have come to hear, not yours.
strong rain storm
We draw our strength from the great oaks of the forest. As they take their nourishment from the soil, and from the rains that feed the soil, so we find our courage in the pattern of living things around us. They stand through storm and tempest. They grow and renew themselves. Like a grove of young oaks, we remain strong.