Quote by: Doris Lessing

Her ears, lightly fringed with white that looked silver, lifted and moved, back, forward, listening and sensing. Her face turned, slightly, after each new sensation, alert. Her tail moved, in another dimension, as if its tip was catching messages her other organs could not. She sat poised, air-light, looking, hearing, feeling, smelling, breathing, with all of her, fur, whiskers, ears -- everything, in delicate vibration.


Share this:  

Author Bio


  • NameDoris Lessing
  • DescriptionBritish novelist, poet, playwright, librettist, biographer and short story writer
  • BornOctober 22, 1919
  • DiedNovember 17, 2013
  • CountryUnited Kingdom
  • ProfessionWriter; Poet; Novelist; Playwright; Autobiographer
  • WorksThe Grass Is Singing; The Golden Notebook; The Good Terrorist; The Cleft
  • AwardsNobel Prize In Literature; Somerset Maugham Award; Austrian State Prize For European Literature; WH Smith Literary Award; Grinzane Cavour Prize; James Tait Black Memorial Prize; David Cohen Prize; Prince Of Asturia Literary Prize