When I write, I go to live inside the book. By which I mean, mentally I can experience everything I’m writing about. I can see it, hear its sounds, feel its heat or rain. The characters become better known to me than the closest family or friends. This makes the writing-down part very simple most of the time. I only need to describe what’s already there in front of me. That said, it won’t be a surprise if I add that the imagined worlds quickly become entangled with the so-called reality of this one.
Since I write almost every day, and I think (and dream) constantly about my work, it occurs to me I must spend more time in all these places than here.
Maidens who stay maidens turn into saints. Old women become sorceresses. Tough jobs, both of these.
Tanith LeeMots clés feminism archetypes
Dawn rose from the desert and turned the river to wine
Tanith LeeMots clés descriptive-prose
The Vazdru do not weep."
"Who weeps? Not I."
"Every word spoken was a tear.
What is any of this to us? Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in it.
Tanith LeeMots clés love immortality
The bitterness of joy lies in the knowledge that it cannot last. Nor should joy last beyond a certain season, for, after that season, even joy would become merely habit.
Tanith LeeAzhrarn the Beautiful," said Chuz lovingly, "it is your beautiful madness I have come to see.
Tanith LeeAzhrarn, Lord of Terrors, terrified.
Tanith LeeWe all have our dreams. May we find them, and God have mercy on us when we do.
Tanith LeeMots clés dreams book-of-the-dead tanith-lee
It's lovely. I hate it.
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