So much for the fruits of love. Love? What's love? Sex, ah, that's another thing. Love has babies: sex has abortions.
Fay WeldonWords are not simple things: they take unto themselves, as they have through time, power and meaning.
Fay WeldonLetters crossing in the post, unfamiliar tunes heard three times in one day, the way that blows of fate descend upon the same bowed shoulders, and the beams of good fortune glow perpetually upon the blessed. Fairy tales, as I said, are lived out daily. There is far more going on in the world than we ever imagine.
Fay WeldonWriting is more than just the making of a series of comprehensible statements: it is the gathering in of connotations; the harvesting of them, like blackberries in a good season, ripe and heavy, snatched from among the thorns of logic.
Fay Weldon