I am a fallen woman, but I assure you: I did not fall. I was pushed. Michel Faber More Quotes by Michel Faber More Quotes From Michel Faber A single day spent doing things which fail to nourish the soul is a day stolen, mutilated, and discarded in the gutter of destiny. Michel Faber destiny soul life Reassurance is such a sad, mad thing. Deep inside, everyone knows the truth. Michel Faber reassurance deep-inside mad Clothes are nothing more than a fig leaf. And the bodies beneath are just another layer of clothing, an outfit of flesh with an impractically thin leather exterior, in various shades of pink, yellow and brown. The souls alone are real. Seen in this way, there can never be any such thing as social unease or shyness or embarrassment. All you need do is greet your fellow soul. Michel Faber clothes real yellow You want Paradise, you gotta build it on war, on blood, on envy and naked greed. Michel Faber envy war blood Participating in Society in not a thing one can do naturally; one has to rehearse for it. Michel Faber participating can-do Of course I know that the twins are only words on a page, and I'm certainly not the sort of writer who talks to his characters or harbours any illusions about the creative process. But at the same time, I think it's juvenile and arrogant when literary writers compulsively remind their readers that the characters aren't real. People know that already. The challenge is to make an intelligent reader suspend disbelief, to seduce them into the reality of a narrative. Michel Faber real writing character The world changes too fast. You take your eyes off something that's always been there, and the next minute it's just a memory. Michel Faber eye memories life And you know what people immediately start looking for, five minutes after they arrive someplace new? You know what's on their minds? I'll tell you: How are they gonna get laid, and where are they gonna find some mind-altering substances. Michel Faber substance mind people History indulges strange whims in the way it dresses its women. Michel Faber strange dresses way Most distracting of all, though, was not the threat of danger but the allure of beauty. Michel Faber allure threat danger Watch your step. Keep your wits about you; you will need them. Michel Faber steps watches needs Most true things are kind of corny, don’t you think? But we make them more sophisticated out of sheer embarrassment. Michel Faber corny kind thinking Nowadays, her life is more like a newspaper: aimless, up-to-date and full of meaningless events Michel Faber newspapers events life-is But miracles are not for the asking; they come only when the stern eyes of God droop shut for a moment, and Our Lady takes advantage of His inattention to grant an illicit mercy. God...is an Anglican, whereas Our Lady is of the True Faith; the two of Them have an uneasy relationship, unable to agree on anything, except that if They divorce, the Devil will leap gleefully into the breach. Michel Faber divorce eye two Really good books need a chaos element: something weird or inexplicable. Michel Faber weird need good chaos 'The Crimson Petal and the White' is a book, and it will win or lose the trust of each reader when they begin reading its pages. That relationship will go on. Michel Faber win win-or-lose trust relationship When we ask bureaucrats to identify who is responsible for fixing anything, they reassure us that there are 'procedures in place.' Michel Faber us anything place who I joined an Internet community of Victorian scholars, which meant that if I posted a question about 1875's lavender harvest, more than a thousand experts would ponder it. Michel Faber question harvest internet community Total oblivion is the fate of almost everything in this world. I'm very likely to suffer that same fate; my work will probably not be remembered, and if any of it is, if any of those novels is fated to be one of those novels that is still being read 50 or 100 years after it was written, I've probably already written it. Michel Faber will fate work world I wanted each of my books to be very different from the others, each to be special and uncategorizable, and I knew I could only do that a few times before I was in danger of repeating myself. Michel Faber others myself different special
