“ For my true thoughts have spent more time in your company than in anyone else's, these last two or three months, and where my thoughts are, there am I, in truth. A.S. Byatt
“ They did go on so, don't you think, those Victorian poets, they took themselves so horribly seriously?' he said, pushing the lift button, summoning it from the depths. As it creaked up, Blackadder sai… A.S. Byatt
“ Randolph Henry Ash: What is it? My dear?Christabel LaMotte: Ah, how can we bear it?Randolph Henry Ash: Bear what?Christabel LaMotte: This. For so short a time. How can we sleep this time away?Randolph… A.S. Byatt
“ I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed. A.S. Byatt
“ But I cannot love her as I did, because she is not open, because she withholds what matters, because she makes me, with her pride or her madness, live a lie. A.S. Byatt
“ Above his head at street level, he saw an angled aileron of a scarlet Porsche, its jaunty fin more or less at the upper edge of his window frame. A pair of very soft, clean glistening black shoes appe… A.S. Byatt
“ You know, all poetry may be a cry of generalised love, for this, or that, or the universe - which must be loved in its particularity, not its generality, but for its universal life in every minute par… A.S. Byatt
“ This is were I have always been coming to. Since my time began. And when I go away from here, this will be the midpoint, to which everything ran, before and from which everything will run. But now, my… A.S. Byatt
“ The minds of stone lovers had colonised stones as lichens clung to them with golden or grey-green florid stains. The human world of stones is caught in organic metaphors like flies in amber. Words cam… A.S. Byatt
“ The historian is an indissoluble part of his history, as the poet is of his poem, as the shadowy biographer is of his subject's life... A.S. Byatt
“ Randolph Henry Ash’s Proserpine had been seen as a Victorian reflection of religious doubt, a meditation on the myths of resurrection. Lord Leighton had painted her, distraught and floating, a golden… A.S. Byatt
“ It is good for a man to invite his ghosts into his warm interior, out of the wild night, into the firelight, out of the howling dark. A.S. Byatt
“ I cannot bear not to know the end of a tale. I will read the most trivial things – once commenced – only out of a feverish greed to be able to swallow the ending – sweet or sour – and to be done with… A.S. Byatt
“ Here Carlyle had come, here George Eliot had progressed through the bookshelves. Roland could see her black silk skirts, her velvet trains, sweeping compressed between the Fathers of the Church, and h… A.S. Byatt
“ He her, he believed. He would teach her that she was not his possession, he would show her she was free, he would see her flash her wings. A.S. Byatt
“ Being as I am both a woman and working-class, choice don’t come into it, much, for me. I do what I must. Charles/Karl wanted to say he was sorry, and couldn’t.I imagine you don’t talk to many of us, a… A.S. Byatt
