British author (1947- )
Dawn rose from the desert and turned the river to wine.
TANITH LEE
Night's Master
Men are not the causers of history. History itself, by a pressure of events, causes men to resort to particular actions.
TANITH LEE
The Gods are Thirsty
She had always been far too afraid of losing her husband, or more properly, the financial parasol North had maintained over her head.
TANITH LEE
"A House on Fire", Haunts: Reliquaries of the Dead
Go nowhere on a horse that fades, for your dreams will betray you.
TANITH LEE
Night's Master
I haven't changed. Something's happened to me, that's all.
TANITH LEE
Black Unicorn
It was not apathy. It was an intelligent disinterest in those things that could have no bearing on one's existence.
TANITH LEE
Red as Blood; or Tales from the Sisters Grimmer
If anyone ever wonders why there's nothing coming from me, it's not my fault. I'm doing the work. No, I haven't deteriorated or gone insane. Suddenly, I just can't get anything into print. And apparently I'm not alone in this. There are people of very high standing, authors who are having problems. So I have been told. In my own case, the more disturbing element is the editor-in-chief who said to me, "I think this book is terrific. It ought to be in print. I can't publish it -- I've been told I mustn't." The indication is that I'm not writing what people want to read, but I never did.
TANITH LEE
Locus Magazine, April 1998
Women are so sensitive, darling. They have to be. They have to be aware what a man wants, what their children want. They have antennae all over them, whiskers of feeling. And unfortunately that has a down side. It means they get hurt.
TANITH LEE
Hunting the Shadows
How massively the mountains stand, while low to the ground the sand blows. The sand blows on and on. And then there are no mountains, none at all, the sand has kissed and whispered them away. And still, the sand blows on.
TANITH LEE
Delirium's Mistress
The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it.
TANITH LEE
Death's Master