Janet Frame

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

— Janet Frame

#self-knowledge #self-knowledge

Writing a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it is hours and years spent in the factories, the streets, the cathedrals of the imagination. ↗

— Janet Frame

#border #cathedrals #expedition #factories #going

So we went to bed, assaulted by sleep that fumed at us from medicine glasses, or was wielded from small sweet-coated tablets -- dainty bricks of dream wrapped in the silk stockings of oblivion. ↗

— Janet Frame

#dreams

Life is hell, but at least there are prizes. Or so one thought. ↗

— Janet Frame

#life

...there must be an inviolate place where the choices and decisions, however imperfect, are the writer's own, where the decision must be as individual and solitary as birth or death. ↗

— Janet Frame

#death

I must go down to the seas again to find where I buried the hatchet with Yesterday. ↗

— Janet Frame

#humor

They meant abnormal. Divisions of the kind were fashionable at that time, and it was so easy to stifle one's need to help by deciding that help could neither be accepted nor understood. ↗

— Janet Frame

#accepted #could #deciding #divisions #easy

For your own good is a persuasive argument that will eventually make a man agree to his own destruction. ↗

— Janet Frame

#argument #destruction #eventually #good #his

Very often the law of extremity demands an attention to irrelevance. ↗

— Janet Frame

#demands #extremity #law #often #very

It would be nice to travel if you knew where you were going and where you would live at the end or do we ever know, do we ever live where we live, we're always in other places, lost, like sheep. ↗

— Janet Frame

#be nice #end #ever #going #knew