Quotes by : Janet Frame

...there must be an inviolate place where the choices and decisions, however imperfect, are the writer's....

So we went to bed, assaulted by sleep that fumed at us from medicine glasses, or was wielded from small....

They all seemed hungry, happy, and healthy enough in their buzzing—oh the days were hot, and the noise....

I don't want to inhabit the human world under false pretenses.

And at times I murmured the token phrase to the doctor, ‘When can I go home?’ knowing that home was....

It is my trade," he said. "I work for the bean family, and every day there are deaths among the beans,....

Writing a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it....

I know there is a moment when sound slips down the torn lining of itself into silence, is carried unheard....

People dread silence because it is transparent; like clear water, which reveals every obstacle—the....

I had a cousin once who lived in your dictionary, inside the binding, and there was a tiny hole which....