All unwillingly I opened my eyes - then I opened them wider, and lifted my head. The heat, my weariness, were quite forgotten. Piercing the shadows of the naked stage was a single shaft of rosy limelight, and in the centre of this there was a girl: the most marvellous girl - I knew it at once! - that I had ever seen.

Sarah Waters

Categorized in : Eye Girl Shadow

And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed.

Sarah Waters

moving-on sad grief

Cut like crazy. Less is more. I've often read manuscripts - including my own - where I've got to the beginning of, say, chapter two and have thought: “This is where the novel should actually start.” A huge amount of information about character and backstory can be conveyed through small detail. The emotional attachment you feel to a scene or a chapter will fade as you move on to other stories. Be business-like about it.

Sarah Waters

crazy character moving

I knew Id always be a second-rate academic, and I thought, Well, Id rather be a second-rate novelist or even a third-rate one.

Sarah Waters

rate academic novelists

Even ashes are a part of your freedom.

Sarah Waters

your-freedom ashes

I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath come upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her.

Sarah Waters

kissing mouths lying

Being in love, you know... it's not like having a canary, in a cage. When you lose one sweetheart, you can't just go out and get another to replace her.

Sarah Waters

cages being-in-love love-you

Why is it we can never love the people we ought to?

Sarah Waters

ought people

I do love the past but wouldnt want to live in it.

Sarah Waters

want past

Respect your characters, even the minor ones. In art, as in life, everyone is the hero of their own particular story; it is worth thinking about what your minor characters' stories are, even though they may intersect only slightly with your protagonist's.

Sarah Waters

hero character art

Why do gentlemen's voices carry so clearly, when women's are so easily stifled?

Sarah Waters

gentleman voice

I never expected my books to do even as well as they have. I still feel grateful for it, every single day.

Sarah Waters

wells grateful book

I barely knew I had skin before I met you.

Sarah Waters

before-i-met-you skins love

It's a curious, wanting thing.

Sarah Waters

curious lust

I've given up reading the papers. Since the world's so obviously bent on killing itself, I decided months ago to sit back and let it.

Sarah Waters

months reading world

How will a person know, Selina, when the soul that has the affinity with hers is near it?" She answered, "She will know. Does she look for air, before she breathes it? This love will be guided to her; and when it comes, she will know. And she will do anything to keep that love about her, then. Because to lose it will be like a death to her.

Sarah Waters

soul air doe

I'll burn myself, or I'll cut myself. For a burn or a cut might be shown, might be nursed, might scar or heal, would be a miserable kind of emblem; would anyway be there, on the surface of her body, rather than corroding it from within. Now the thought came to her again, that she might scar herself in some way. It came, like the solution to a problem: I won't be doing it like some hysterical girl. I won't be hoping she'll come catch me at it. It won't be like lying on the sitting-room floor. I'll be doing it for myself, as a secret.

Sarah Waters

cutting girl lying

For was that all, she thought bleakly, that love ever was? Something that saved one from loneliness? A sort of insurance policy against not counting?

Sarah Waters

counting loneliness love

With every step I took away from her, the movement at my heart and between my legs grew more defined: I felt like a ventriloquist, locking his protesting dolls in to a trunk.

Sarah Waters

dolls movement heart

Your twisting is done--you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?

Sarah Waters

done heart love

I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart - so hard, it hurt me. A hundred times I almost rose, almost went in to her; a hundred times I thought, Go to her! Why are you waiting? Go back to her side! But every time, I thought of what would happen if I did. I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her.

Sarah Waters

hurt heart lying