Janet FrameThe sun is all love and murder, judgement, the perpetual raid of conscience, paratrooping light which opens like a snow-blossom in the downward drift of death. Wherever I turn - t… ▶373DeathLove
Janet FrameFor in spite of the snapdragons and the duty millers and the cherry blossoms, it was always winter.374Life
Janet FrameI inhabited a territory of loneliness which resembles the place where the dying spend their time before death, and from where those who do return, living, to the world bring, inev… ▶333DeathLifeTime
Janet FrameDivisions of the kind were fashionable at that time, and it was so easy to stifle one's need to help by deciding that help could neither be accepted nor understood. ✨ Janet … ▶368ReadingTime
Janet FrameI don't wish to inhabit the human world under false pretences. ✨ Towards Another Summer.291Humanity
Janet FrameFrom the first place of liquid darkness, within the second place of air and light, I set down the following record with its mixture of fact and truths and memories of truths and i… ▶335Truth
Janet FrameTimmy, who made a daring escape, also made a mistake of paying the taxi driver with a check made out of toilet paper.292Politics
Janet FrameVery often the law of extremity demands an attention to irrelevance.281Politics
Janet FramePossibility was not a bag or box that could be closed and sealed, it was a vast open chute which received everything, everything; one could not choose or direct or destroy the pow… ▶3610Politics
Janet FrameHe sees the land of meaning, and one path to it, and the so-called “normal” people traveling swiftly and in comfort to the land; he does not include the shipwrecked people who arr… ▶272HumanityPhilosophy
Janet FrameLife is hell, but at least there are prizes. Or so one thought. ✨ Janet Frame (1963). The reservoir: stories and sketches316LifeThought
Janet Frame...there must be an inviolate place where the choices and decisions, however imperfect, are the writer's own, where the decision must be as individual and solitary as birth or dea… ▶3410Death
Janet FrameThe only certainty about writing and trying to be a writer is that it has to be done, not dreamed of or planned and never written, or talked about (the ego eventually falls apart … ▶306ReadingTruth
Janet FrameEverything is always a story, but the loveliest ones are those that get written and are not torn up and are taken to a friend as payment for listening, for putting a wise keyhole … ▶297LoveThought
Janet FrameMuch of living is an attempt to preserve oneself by annexing and occupying others.277Life
Janet FrameShe grew more and more silent about what really mattered. She curled inside herself like one of those black chimney brushes, the little shellfish you see on the beach, and you tou… ▶255Philosophy
Janet FrameFor your own good is a persuasive argument that will eventually make a man agree to his own destruction. ✨ Janet Frame (1980). Faces in the water2910Life
Janet FrameLanguage, at least, may give up the secrets of life and death, leading us through the maze to the original Word as monster or angel, to the mournful place where we may meet Job an… ▶202DeathLifeSadness
Janet FramePeople dread silence because it is transparent; like clear water, which reveals every obstacle—the used, the dead, the drowned, silence reveals the cast-off words and thoughts dro… ▶224DeathHumanityReading
Janet FrameWriting a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it is hours and years spent in the factories, the streets, the cathedrals of the … ▶247ReadingTruth
Janet FrameWhen our thoughts revolve we are so often deceived into supposing that their violent movement is an indication of their vigorous originality, the upheaval of prejudice and fixed i… ▶184HopeThoughtTime
Janet FrameBut it is imperative, for our own survival, that we avoiid one another, and what more successful means of avoidance are there than words? Language will keep us safe from human ons… ▶228HumanityHumorLove
Janet FrameIt would be nice to travel if you knew where you were going and where you would live at the end or do we ever know, do we ever live where we live, we're always in other places, lo… ▶229Reading
Janet FrameListening to her, one experienced a deep uneasiness as of having avoided an urgent responsibility, like someone who, walking at night along the banks of a stream, catches a glimps… ▶2310HumanityLifeTime
Janet FrameI must go down to the seas again to find where I buried the hatchet with Yesterday.209Love
Janet FrameI had a cousin once who lived in your dictionary, inside the binding, and there was a tiny hole which he used for a door, and it led out between trichotomy and trick. Now what do … ▶209ReadingThought
Janet FrameI have always disliked the morning, it is too responsible a time, with the daylight demanding that it be 'faced' and (usually when I wake for I wake late) with the sun already up … ▶132HopeHumanityReading
Janet FrameThe strain of constant adaptation to so many fearful events and discoveries is already too much to bear with sanity; one has to keep pretending to slip successfully into the new m… ▶133HopeHumanityReading
Janet FrameThe idea was to have a basin inverted on his head and his hair cut to the shape of it. Skill and money were not needed. Then the idea grew that it was more convenient to leave the… ▶156HumanityThought
Janet FrameSo we went to bed, assaulted by sleep that fumed at us from medicine glasses, or was wielded from small sweet-coated tablets -- dainty bricks of dream wrapped in the silk stocking… ▶135Reading
