Quotes by : Janet Frame

All writers--all beings--are exiles as a matter of course. The certainty about living is that it is a....

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....

I will put warm woolen socks on the feet of the people in the other world; but I dream and cannot wake,....

...we could think or feel as we wished toward the characters, or as the poet, discounting history, invited....

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....

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