Penelope Lively Quotes:

We open our mouths and out flow words whose ancestries we do not even know. We are walking lexicons. In a single sentence of idle chatter we preserve Latin, Anglo-Saxon, Norse: we carry a museum inside our heads, each day we commemorate peoples of whom we have never heard.

source: - Penelope Lively (2007). “Moon Tiger”, p.38, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

Topics: Latin, Museums, Lexicon, Idle Chatter, Chatter

It seems to me that anyone whose library consists of a Kindle lying on a table is some sort of bloodless nerd.

Topics: Lying, Nerd, Library

We all act as hinges-fortuitous links between other people.

source: - Penelope Lively (2007). “Moon Tiger”, p.143, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

Topics: Work, People, Links, Fortuitous, Hinges

Language tethers us to the world; without it we spin like atoms.

Topics: Atoms, World, Language

I can walk about London and see a society that seems an absolutely revolutionary change from the 1950s, that seems completely and utterly different, and then I can pick up on something where you suddenly see that it's not.

Topics: London, Different, Revolutionary, Revolutionary Change

You learn a lot, writing fiction.

Topics: Writing, Fiction

There's a preoccupation with memory and the operation of memory and a rather rapacious interest in history.

Topics: Memories, Operations, Preoccupation

The present hardly exists, after all-it becomes the past even as it happens. A tricky medium, time - and central to the concerns of fiction.

Topics: Past, Fiction, Tricky

I've always been fascinated by the operation of memory - the way in which it is not linear but fragmented, and its ambivalence.

Topics: Memories, Way, Operations, Ambivalence, Fragmented

I rather like getting away from fiction.

Topics: Fiction, Get Away

I didn't think I had anything particular to say, but I thought I might have something to say to children.

Topics: Children, Thinking, Might

We all need a past - that's where our sense of identity comes from.

Topics: Past, Identity, Needs

I'm now an agnostic but I grew up on the King James version, which I'm eternally grateful for.

Topics: Kings, Grateful, Agnostic

All history, of course, is the history of wars.

Topics: War, History

I'm writing another novel and I know what I'm going to do after, which may be something more like this again, maybe some strange mixture of fiction and non-fiction.

Topics: Writing, Mixtures, May

I'm not an historian but I can get interested-obsessively interested-with any aspect of the past, whether it's palaeontology or archaeology or the very recent past.

Topics: Science, Past, Aspect

I can remember the lush spring excitement of language in childhood. Sitting in church, rolling it around my mouth like marbles--tabernacle and pharisee and parable, tresspass and Babylon and covenant.

Topics: Spring, Childhood, Church, Lush, Pharisees

People die, but money never does.

Topics: Money, People, Doe

You have this comet trail of your own lived life, sparks from which arrive in the head all the time, whether you want them or not - life has been lived but it is still all going on, in the mind for better and for worse.

Topics: Mind, Sparks, Want, Comets

Wars are fought by children. Conceived by their mad demonic elders, and fought by boys.

source: - 1987 Moon Tiger, ch.8.

Topics: Children, War, Boys, Demonic

The past is our ultimate privacy; we pile it up, year by year, decade by decade, it stows itself away, with its perverse random recall system.

source: - Penelope Lively (2012). “How It All Began: A Novel”, p.174, Penguin

Topics: Past, Years, Privacy

Mythology is much better stuff than history. It has form; logic; a message.

Topics: Stuff, Messages, Logic

History unravels; circumstances, following their natural inclination, prefer to remain ravelled.

Topics: History, Natural, Circumstances

There's a fearful term that's in fashion at the moment - closure. People apparently believe it is desirable and attainable.

source: - Penelope Lively (2012). “How It All Began: A Novel”, p.147, Penguin

Topics: Fashion, Believe, People

the days of our lives vanish utterly, more insubstantial than if they had been invented. Fiction can seem more enduring than reality.

source: - Penelope Lively (2007). “Moon Tiger”, p.9, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

Topics: Reality, Fiction, Endure

But who knows their own child? You know bits - certain predictable reactions, a handful of familiar qualities. The rest is impenetrable. And quite right too. You give birth to them. You do not design them.

Topics: Children, Giving, Design

I believe that the experience of childhood is irretrievable. All that remains, for any of us, is a headful of brilliant frozen moments, already dangerously distorted by the wisdoms of maturity.

source: - Penelope Lively (2006). “Oleander, Jacaranda: A Childhood Perceived”, p.9, Penguin UK

Topics: Believe, Maturity, Childhood, All That Remains

If people don't read, that's their choice; a lifelong book habit may itself be some sort of affliction.

Topics: Book, Reading, People, Long Book

I didn't write anything until I was well over 30.

Topics: Writing, Wells

Every novel generates its own climate, when you get going.

Topics: Climate, Novel

I didn't want it to be a book that made pronouncements.

Topics: Book, Want, Made

Giving presents is one of the most possessive things we do, did you realize that? It's the way we keep a hold on other people. Plant ourselves in their lives.

Topics: People, Giving, Way, Lively

Grief-stricken. Stricken is right; it is as though you had been felled. Knocked to the ground; pitched out of life and into something else.

source: - Penelope Lively (2007). “Moon Tiger”, p.104, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

Topics: Grief

I have long been interested in landscape history, and when younger and more robust I used to do much tramping of the English landscape in search of ancient field systems, drove roads, indications of prehistoric settlement. Towns and cities, too, which always retain the ghost of their earlier incarnations beneath today's concrete and glass.

Topics: Glasses, Cities, Long, Prehistoric, Prehistoric Times

Unless I am a part of everything I am nothing.

source: - Penelope Lively (2007). “Moon Tiger”, p.163, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

The idea that memory is linear is nonsense. What we have in our heads is a collection of frames. As to time itself-can it be linear when all these snatches of other presents exist at once in your mind? A very elusive and tricky concept, time.

Topics: Memories, Ideas, Mind

In old age, you realise that while you're divided from your youth by decades, you can close your eyes and summon it at will. As a writer it puts one at a distinct advantage.

source: - "A life in books: Penelope Lively". Interview with Sarah Crown, www.theguardian.com. July 24, 2009.

Topics: Eye, Age, Youth

Getting to know someone else involves curiosity about where they have come from, who they are.

Topics: Curiosity, Getting To Know Someone

Forever, reading has been central, the necessary fix, the support system. Her life has been informed by reading. She has read not just for distraction, sustenance, to pass the time, but she has read in a state of primal innocence, reading for enlightenment, for instruction, even. ... She is as much a product of what she has read as of the way in which she has lived; she is like millions of others built by books, for whom books are an essential foodstuff, who could starve without.

Topics: Book, Reading, Support

The place didn't look the same but it felt the same; sensations clutched and transformed me. I stood outside some concrete and plate-glass tower-block, picked a handful of eucalyptus leaves from a branch, crushed them in my hand, smelt, and tears came to my eyes. Sixty-seven-year-old Claudia, on a pavement awash with packaged American matrons, crying not in grief but in wonder that nothing is ever lost, that everything can be retrieved, that a lifetime is not linear but instant. That, inside the head, everything happens at once.

Topics: Block, Grief, Eye, Claudia

If we had not met, that day, I think I would have imagined you somehow.

Topics: Thinking, Mets

The pleasure of writing fiction is that you are always spotting some new approach, an alternative way of telling a story and manipulating characters; the novel is such a wonderfully flexible form.

Topics: Character, Writing, Alternatives, New Approach

I am addicted to arrivals, to those innocent dawn moments from which history accelerates.

Topics: Dawn, Moments, Innocent

Perhaps I shall not write my account of the Paleolithic at all, but make a film of it. A silent film at that, in which I shall show you first the great slumbering rocks of the Cambrian period, and move from those to the mountains of Wales...from Ordovician to Devonian, on the lush glowing Cotswolds, on to the white cliffs of Dover... An impressionistic, dreaming film, in which the folded rocks arise and flower and grow and become Salisbury Cathedral and York Minster...

Topics: Dream, Flower, Moving, Dover, Silent Films

And in another year everything will be different yet again. It is always like that, and always will be; you are forever standing on the brink, in a place where you cannot see ahead; there is nothing of which to be certain except what lies behind. This should be terrifying, but somehow it is not.

source: - Penelope Lively (2007). “Consequences”, p.39, Penguin

Topics: Lying, Years, Forever, Another Year, Lively

Equally, we require a collective past - hence the endless reinterpretations of history, frequently to suit the perceptions of the present.

Topics: Past, Perception, Suits, Reinterpretation

I do like to embed a fictional character firmly in an occupation.

Topics: Character, Occupation, Fictional Character

The Photograph is concerned with the power that the past has to interfere with the present: the time bomb in the cupboard.

Topics: Photography, Past, Bombs, Cupboards, Time Bomb

I'm not an historian and I'm not wanting to write about how I perceive the social change over the century as a historian, but as somebody who's walked through it and whose life has been dictated by it too, as all our lives are.

Topics: Writing, Social, Century

The consideration of change over the century is about loss, though I think that social change is gain rather than loss.

Topics: Loss, Thinking, Lost Friendship, Social Change

Born in Jerusalem, Wadie Said went from being a dragoman to a salesman in the United States and thence to a hugely successful businessman in Egypt.

Topics: Successful, Egypt, United States, Successful Businessman

It seems to me that everything that happens to us is a disconcerting mix of choice and contingency.

Topics: Choices, Contingency

All I know for certain is that reading is of the most intense importance to me; if I were not able to read, to revisit old favorites and experiment with names new to me, I would be starved - probably too starved to go on writing myself.

Topics: Reading, Writing, Names

I have had to empty two family homes during the last few years - first, the house that had been my grandmothers since 1923, and then my own country home, which we had lived in for over twenty years.

Topics: Country, Home, Grandmother, Family Home

We make choices but are constantly foiled by happenstance.

Topics: Choices, Happenstance

The day is refracted, and the next and the one after that, all of them broken up into a hundred juggled segments, each brilliant and self-contained so that the hours are no longer linear but assorted like bright sweets in a jar.

Topics: Sweet, Self, Broken, Assorted

I'm intrigued by the way in which physical appearance can often direct a person's life; things happen differently for a beautiful woman than for a plain one.

Topics: Beautiful, Way, Appearance, Physical Appearance

I'm not a historian but I can get interested - obsessively interested - with any aspect of the past, whether it's palaeontology or archaeology or the very recent past.

source: - "I'm not a historian but I can get obsessively interested in the past". Interview with Robert McCrum, www.theguardian.com. August 26, 2001.

Topics: Science, Past, Aspect, Archaeology, Recent Past