Sarah Waters
Sarah Waters
Sarah Watersis a Welsh novelist. She is best known for her novels set in Victorian society and featuring lesbian protagonists, such as Tipping the Velvet and Fingersmith...
NationalityWelsh
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth21 July 1966
stories
I'm interested in stories that aren't getting told: it's where my interests lie.
novelist
I knew I'd always be a second-rate academic, and I thought, 'Well, I'd rather be a second-rate novelist or even a third-rate one'.
nursery people work
My nan was a nursery maid. Most people weren't in big houses. They were maids of all work.
council
My story is the story of many postwar British families. Upward mobility. A council house and then new affluence.
goes novel perhaps
When theatre works, it's like nothing else, and when it doesn't, which is often, it's excruciating. It's perhaps not so excruciating when a novel goes wrong, but there is a kind of magic that can and should happen.
sad moving-on grief
And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed.
love-you being-in-love cages
Being in love, you know... it's not like having a canary, in a cage. When you lose one sweetheart, you can't just go out and get another to replace her.
grateful book feels
I never expected my books to do even as well as they have. I still feel grateful for it, every single day.
girl eye shadow
All unwillingly I opened my eyes - then I opened them wider, and lifted my head. The heat, my weariness, were quite forgotten. Piercing the shadows of the naked stage was a single shaft of rosy limelight, and in the centre of this there was a girl: the most marvellous girl - I knew it at once! - that I had ever seen.
heart movement legs
With every step I took away from her, the movement at my heart and between my legs grew more defined: I felt like a ventriloquist, locking his protesting dolls in to a trunk.
love skins before-i-met-you
I barely knew I had skin before I met you.
love loneliness counting
For was that all, she thought bleakly, that love ever was? Something that saved one from loneliness? A sort of insurance policy against not counting?
past want
I do love the past but wouldnt want to live in it.
love heart done
Your twisting is done--you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?