Quotes About Author

It was very easy for me to discern, without revealing my own presence, that an entire world of vampires mourned for me with greater anguish and tears than I could ever have predicted.

My vision was dim, and I knew I was smiling-not a vicious smile, you understand, but something secretive and beyond anything the child had ever beheld.

I stayed there for three nights with him, talking about the mysterious islands of England with him

t seemed that Pandora had been with me, that she had been in the very chapel. And the beauty of Pandora seemed bound up with the beauty and presence of Akasha in some intimate way which I could not understand.

What had shaped his vision of her? It had been the thoughts of the blood drinkers who had gathered around her council table.

Vampires loath witches, whether they're rich or poor. Anyone who reads the story of Merrick Mayfair can see why.

She teaches doctrines with every step that would make the pagan gods of lust canonize her with glee.

Vampires loathe witches, whether they're rich or poor. Anyone who reads the story of Merrick Mayfair can see why.

On a night of icy silver radiance, when the very sea and stars seemed on fire with light.

My hair covers my scarring.' 'But we've agreed that no one notices your scarring once they're around you. You woo them like a big, fat hairy black spider, and no matter how much they struggle they're helpless.

You'll help me? I told you, I have once more come to your rescue. Like a deus ex machina, I appear where I'm most needed. You don't seem the slightest bit godlike to me, she observed. Quite the opposite, as a matter of fact.

I don't have time to read," Warren announced loudly. "I wasn't asking you," Sally said. "And anyone with any sense finds the time to read, or their brain atrophies and their soul shrivels.

Rose had a kitchen that was so completely alphabetized, you'd find the allspice next to the ant poison. She was a fine one to talk about the Leary men.

Why wasn't there an etiquette book for runaway wives?

Hi Kate! We went to get marriage license! Who's we? Your Father and I. Well I hope you'll be very happy together.

But what I hope for in a book - either one that I write or one that I read - is transparency. I want the story to shine through. I don't want to think of the writer.

How come you pack your clothes in Kleenex?" she asked. Tissue paper, she meant. Willa said, "Oh, that's just something women do when they have too much time on their hands." Cheryl said "Huh?" and Willa laughed.

he wrote a series of guidebooks for people forced to travel on business. Ridiculous, when you thought about it: Macon hated travel.

What I do like listening to as I write is the sound of ordinary life out in the street—children playing and workmen talking.

Mary Ann could no more endure a day without reading than she could grow feathers.

What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.

Our interpreting the universe as an artifact absolutely requires that we posit an author for it, or a celestial fimmaker, dramatist, painter, sculptor, composer, architect, or choreographer. And no one has been willing openly to posit such an artist for the universe since the American transcedentalists and before them the Medieval European philosophers.

The sensation of writing a book is the sensation of spinning, blinded by love and daring.

Weird, even for one of us. Or maybe she's worse. Worse how? Normal.