Quotes by : Suzy Davies

Whose ideas breathe through me? Am I a thief? Do I dream my own dreams?

On his departure, he glanced swiftly back as he passed the furtive gaze of the gloved footmen.He was....

It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern,....

Language makes us human the heart knows. Memories abide in the body. They live on in the walls of our....

I was climbing high, high up Pen Dinas Head among the sparkling yellow gorse, sea birds and white heather,....

Writing which flows is more like play than work!

I can see the caravanserai, like a mirage in the distance. The heat hums. I thought I saw water. What....

When first I set eyes on The Isle of Wight Polar Bear, my world was filled, in that instant, with the....

The sun came out, warm on my back through my white school blouse.the streets were familiar, past the....

It was back home that The Northern Lights cast these wondrous rainbows in the snow, and where Snugs used....