They took to silence. They touched each other without comment and without progression. A hand on a hand, a clothed arm, resting on an arm. An ankle overlapping an ankle, as they sat on a beach, and not removed. One night they fell asleep, side by side... He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.
A. S. ByattI don't think it is an easy thing to write and expect to be commercial, even if you are from Venus and a hermaphrodite.
A. S. ByattOnce you get older, people stop listening to what you say. It's very agreeable once you get used to it.
A. S. ByattI grew up with that completely fictive idea of motherhood, where the mother never strayed from the kitchen. All the women in my books are very afraid that if they do anything with their minds they won't be complete women. I don't think my daughters' generation has that feeling.
A. S. Byatt