Words matter. These are the best Michel Faber Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
My affinity, as a novelist, with Dickens has been overstated. I relish the way everything in his prose pulsates with life force, and I’m in debt to him every time I invest inanimate objects with uncanny animism. But his female characters annoy me.
The privileged Victorians who did most to improve the lives of the poor were not ashamed of their pious intent: they were superiors seeking to help inferiors.
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.
In all of my work, I think I’m exploring the idea that we are aliens to each other, how there is a huge distance that separates us all.
I think I have written the things I was put on Earth to write.
The family I grew up in was very inflexible and harsh. It left me with the feeling that if you do let somebody down badly, then even if they tell you it’s all right, it cannot be all right.
One of the things that struck me about the 1870s, which we still haven’t nearly addressed, is what to do about the male-female divide. One of the forbidden topics is when men own up to the omnivorousness of their sexual interest and how to square that with being in love with an individual woman.
Of course it’s fun writing about an egomaniac, but I know there are going to be reviewers who’ve never met me, who don’t know anything about me, who are going to say this is autobiography: he’s just changed the names of a few people, and the rest is totally as it was.
I’m constantly listening to music and thinking about it and compiling my own cassettes and CDs in obsessively specific order. I have quite lunatic agendas for what I want to achieve. They won’t make sense to anyone other than me, but it is what I’ve spent most of my life doing.
My energies get used up quite quickly, and the psychic space I’m in when I write is a very lonely one, so I found that harder and harder to get back to.
I’m still tremendously proud of ‘Crimson Petal.’ I’m still very emotionally involved with these characters. I still care about them.
I had been attempting novels since I was 14 but always ran out of steam. High hopes, poor craftsmanship.
Most books are surplus to the world’s requirements, and I am going to sound very conceited here, but I am trying to write books that aren’t just using up trees.
I tend to process emotional stuff very, very slowly.
Really good books need a chaos element: something weird or inexplicable.
One of the things my success as an author has forced me to face is how dysfunctional… Maybe that’s a strong word, but how obsessive I am.
All my novels are about people who strive to heal and evolve.
Before I was published, I thought men read car manuals or books about football. But once I started having really serious conversations with male lovers of literature, I let go of that prejudice.
I don’t remember my childhood very well for one reason or another, possibly childhood trauma or possibly just a very bad memory. My early life has sort of been erased from my memory banks.
I think that if you are a serious writer, you are almost obligated to provide the intelligent average reader with something that they can relate to and care about. If you are writing only for a tiny elite, then that surely should sound alarm bells.
For years, I was quite a militant atheist. I wanted to burn down all the churches or turn them into second-hand record emporiums.
I would love to have faith. When you take God out of the universe, there is no-one taking care us – we are just parcels of meat, collections of atoms – we have a little flowering on Earth, and then we’re gone.
Modern politicians like Cameron dream of exerting paternal influence without being seen as paternalistic, of fostering moral behaviour without being considered moralistic.
A text may be superbly written, exquisitely subtle, deeply meaningful, but still seem like a luxury extra, something we add to the already well-stocked store of our reading experience.
History proves that most writers get forgotten anyway. That’s very likely to happen to my books, and if I’m extremely lucky, maybe one of my books will survive.
