Janet Frame
There is no past or future. Using tenses to divide time is like making chalk marks on water. — Janet Frame, Faces in the Water. (The Women’s Press Ltd December 31, 1985)
Category: New Zealand Literature
Michael Faudet
Kisses dream of lips like yours. — Michael Faudet, Dirty Pretty Things. (Michael Faudet; First Edition edition, November 18, 2014)
Eleanor Catton
The first blush of love, when the self has lost its mooring, and, half-drowning, succumbs to a fearful tide. ― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries, (Little, Brown and Company; First Edition edition, October 15, 2013)
Keri Hulme
I am not a person to say the words out loudKeri Hulme I think them strongly, or let them hunger from the page: know it from there, from my silence, from somewhere other than my tongue the quiet love the silent rage — Keri Hulme, from “Against the Small Evil Voices,” Strands. (Hale & Iremonger… Continue reading Keri Hulme
The Vale of Soul-Making 