Jackie Kay
Jackie Kay was born on 9 November 1961 in Edinburgh, and grew up as a citizen of the United Kingdom. She attended Bishopbriggs Academy before going on to study at the University of Stirling, completing a formal education that preceded a writing life conducted in the English language. Her work spans poetry and prose fiction, and she has pursued both with sustained commitment over the course of her career.
As a poet and novelist, Kay has produced work that has drawn recognition from a range of literary bodies. Her novel Trumpet stands among her notable works in fiction. Across her output she has received the Somerset Maugham Award, the Lambda Literary Award, the Eric Gregory Award, the Cholmondeley Award, and the Saltire Awards — honours that span both her poetry and her fiction, and that have come from organisations in Scotland and beyond.
The Library of Congress catalogues Kay under the authorized label "Kay, Jackie, 1961-", a designation that situates her within the record of English-language writing. Born in Edinburgh in 1961, she has worked as a poet, novelist, and writer, and the accumulation of awards she has received — from the early Eric Gregory Award through to the Cholmondeley Award and the Saltire Awards — marks the range of a career conducted across more than one literary form.
Quotes by Jackie Kay

The terrible thing about pain is that it doesn’t matter, it still hurts. It hurts like hell.

Time feels as if it is on the other side of me now, way over, out across the sea, like another country. I don’t live inside it any more and it doesn’t rule me.

The beautiful have so much easier a time of it than the ugly, don’t you think? They get smiled at the whole time. Strangers offer them things. People notice the beautiful; the beautiful are constantly acknowledged.

When it rains like that, dark in the afternoon, you feel like you’ve been taken into the past.

I didn’t feel like I was missing anything. Nor did I feel ambitious any more. It all seemed stupid wanting to be better than the others in the same ring, shallow, pointless.




