Sonya Hartnett
Sonya Hartnett
Sonya Louise Hartnett is an Australian author of fiction for adults, young adults, and children. She has been called "the finest Australian writer of her generation". For her career contribution to "children's and young adult literature in the broadest sense" Hartnett won the Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award from the Swedish Arts Council in 2008, the biggest prize in children's literature...
NationalityAustralian
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth23 March 1968
CountryAustralia
wall doors desire
She doesn't understand that doors, walls, fences, ceilings - they're helpless to keep out what determinedly desires to get in.
rain night love-is
Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night; it is one of those things in life that is truly worth knowing.
lonely fall rain
You're not supposed to have iron bars around you - no one is supposed to have that. You're supposed to fall down hills and get lonely, and find your own food and get wet when it rains. That's what happens when you're alive.
letting-go fear moving
My life was pouring out my feet and seeping through cracks in the floor; yet still I knelt and did not move, for fear she'd let go my hands. Let me stay, I wanted to beg: Please don't make me go.
pain disappointment stupid
I thought about how stupid it is, that all of us are born destined to desire somebody else, though desire brings with it such disappointment and pain. Humankind's history must be scored bloody with heartbreak. This hankering for affection is a blight upon us.
brave scary sometimes
It is scary, sometimes, Tomas admitted. But the scary bits are what make you brave.
brother revenge reflection
Yeah, reflections! The same, but different. Like twins - like blood brothers! And when you need something bad done, like punishment or revenge, you'll just ask me, and I will do it -
fire fingers
There's fire in my fingers. I burn everything I touch.
lonely
I would always be lonely, but no more alone.
dying atoms feels
Every atom in me feels composed of lead. This is what dying is: a pull to the ground.
want knows
I want my life to be mystifying," she declared, although she didn't know what she meant.
although chick rather science
If I'm desperate, I'll read anything. But even when I can be choosy, I still have no hard-and-fast rules. I have rules about what I won't read, rather than what I will. No science fiction, no romance, no chick lit. Although even these rules can be broken.
hope people
I do not really write for children: I write only for me and for the few people I hope to please, and I write for the story.
won
I'll always struggle over saying I'm a writer, even if I won the Booker Prize.