Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Susanna Clarke

Quote by Susanna Clarke

Work

Piranesi

Browse quotes and source details for this work. more

Author

Susanna Clarke
Susanna Clarke

Susanna Clarke is a British author best known for her novel 'American Gods', which has won numerous awards, including the Hugo Award. Born on November 1, 1959, Clarke grew up in the UK and studied English literature at Oxford University. Her career began as a literary editor before she turned to writing. 'American Gods' is a fantasy novel that blends history, mythology, and science fiction, and it has achieved both critical acclaim and commercial success. Clarke's work is celebrated for its unique narrative techniques and profound exploration of social and cultural issues, having a significant impact on contemporary fantasy literature. more

You May Also Like

“The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus. The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus. But this was not how the author of the book ended the story. He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears. 'Why do you weep?' the goddesses asked. 'I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied. 'Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,' they said, 'for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.' 'But... was Narcissus beautiful?' the lake asked. 'Who better than you to know that?' the goddesses asked in wonder. 'After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!' The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: 'I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.' 'What a lovely story,' the alchemist thought.”