Laurie Graham
Born on 25 November 1947 in Leicester, Laurie Graham has built a career that moves between journalism and fiction, working in English across both forms.
A citizen of the United Kingdom, Graham writes as both a journalist and a novelist. Her work in journalism runs alongside her fiction, suggesting a practice rooted in close attention to the world as it is, even when the novels carry her into invented lives and imagined circumstances. She has worked in English throughout her career, producing a body of writing that spans the reportorial and the novelistic.
As a novelist, Graham has continued to write and publish, her name catalogued in major bibliographic authorities including the Library of Congress Name Authority File and the Virtual International Authority File. These records, which assign her the authorized label "Graham, Laurie, 1947-," place her work within the permanent infrastructure of literary documentation, a quiet confirmation of a sustained and recognized output.
The dual identity of journalist and novelist — each discipline shaping the other — defines much of what Graham has brought to her writing life. Born in the English Midlands and working within the broader tradition of British letters, she remains an active presence in the literary landscape, her career catalogued and her work accessible to readers through the standard channels of international library and archival systems.
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Quotes by Laurie Graham

I hadn’t realized till then how a thought, once you have thought it, can never be laid to rest. It may lay low, but any time it can pop right up again, put certain words in your mouth.

You can think a thing over many times and still have no idea how you’ll answer the question, if ever it’s asked.

It’s a funny things about human nature. Nobody ever wonders why they’ve got a healthy brother or a perfect kiddie. Anything goes wrong, though, we soon start why, oh why...

Characters develop as the book progresses, but any that start to bore me end up in the wastepaper basket. In real life, we may have to put up with tedious people, but not in novels.

I think my mother was baffled by me. We were polar opposites. She was shy and retiring. I was over-fond of the limelight. Many times in my life, I was conscious of embarrassing her with my carrying on.

If you were able to genetically modify any crop that was susceptible to frost you may be able to generate a crop that's not so sensitive.

I know my parents loved me - they certainly did everything they could for me - but displays of affection were kept on a distinctly low flame.

If you can profuse, or basically run a solution with an antifreeze protein and flood an organ with it, you might then be able to store it at lower temperatures and the antifreeze would prevent the organ from actually freezing,

I'm married to an American, and although we live in Europe, I think of myself as an honorary American.
