British author (1947- )
The worst vulgarity is to avoid vulgarity solely on the grounds that it is vulgar.
TANITH LEE
The Silver Metal Lover
Go nowhere on a horse that fades, for your dreams will betray you.
TANITH LEE
Night's Master
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
Often misunderstood, Dionysus is far more than a wine deity. He is the Breaker of Chains, who rescues not only the flesh but the heart and spirit from too much of worldly regulations and duties. He is a god of joy and freedom. Any uncultivated, tangled, and primal woodland is very much his domain.
TANITH LEE
The Green Man: Tales from the Mythic Forest
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
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
Genre categories are irrelevant. I dislike them, but I do not have the casting vote. Writing is writing and stories are stories. Perhaps the only true genres are fiction and non-fiction. And even there, who can be sure?
TANITH LEE
Tabula Rasa, October 1994
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
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
The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it.
TANITH LEE
Death's Master