Outside the leaves on the trees constricted slightly; they were the deep done green of the beginning of autumn. It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four. The clouds were high and the swallows would be here for another month or so before they left for the south before they returned again next summer.
Ali SmithTo be known so well by someone is an unimaginable gift. But to be imagined so well by someone is even better.
Ali SmithNothing is harmful to literature except censorship, and that almost never stops literature going where it wants to go either, because literature has a way of surpassing everything that blocks it and growing stronger for the exercise.
Ali SmithEvery great narrative is at least two narratives, if not more - the thing that is on the surface and then the things underneath which are invisible.
Ali SmithI have thought for a long time that the way my clothes hang on me is more important than me inside them.
Ali Smith