Alice Munro Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Alice Munro
Alice Munro Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Sometimes that's just the way it is. You never really know until you try something on. The thing is," she said, with a new, more moderate conviction
My mother had a habit of hanging onto - even treasuring - the foibles of my distant infantile state.
Never underestimate the meanness in people's souls ... Even when they're being kind ... especially when they're being kind.
I knew I would be famous one day. That's because I lived in a very small town and nobody liked doing the same things I did, like writing.
He liked her not knowing. I could tell. He liked her not knowing. Her ignorance woke a pleasure that melted on his tongue, like a lick of toffee.
...the world is tumbling with innocent-seeming objects ready to declare themselves, slippery and obliging.
One's appreciation of meager comforts, it seems, depends on what misery one has gone through before getting them.
The outside air had altered her mood, from an unsettled elation to something within reach of embarrassment, even shame.
They were all in their early thirties. An age at which it is sometimes hard to admit that what you are living is your life.
There were differences never to be mended, a word or an act never to be forgiven, a barrier never to be washed away.
He says the pills he's got her on will keep her from sinking too low. How low is too low, Roy thinks, and when can you tell?
What she wants to do if she can get the time to do it, is not so much to live in the past as to open it up and get one good look at it.
The preference most of them had for seeing through their camera, rather than looking at the real thing, and so on.
I read a book called The Art of Loving. A lot of things seemed clear while I was reading it but afterwards I went back to being more or less the same.
To dare it; to get away with it, to enter on preposterous adventures in your own, but newly named, skin.
Anecdotes don't make good stories. Dig down so far that what finally comes out is not even what you thought it was about.
In twenty years I've never had a day when I didn't have to think about someone else's needs. And this means the writing has to be fitted around it.
One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discolor everything like a drop of black ink in white milk.
I gave him a gentle uncomprehending look in return. I am a grown-up woman now; let him unbury his own catastrophes.
I felt in him what women feel in men, something so tender, swollen, tyrannical, absurd; I would never take the consequences of interfering with it.
Moments of kindness and reconciliation are worth having, even if the parting has to come sooner or later.
Odd choices were simply easier for men, most of whom would find women glad to marry them. Not so the other way around.
What good is it if you read Plato and never clean your toilet? asked my mother, reverting to the values of Jubilee.
There would never be any room in her for anything else. No room for anything but the realization of what she had done.
The images, the language, of pornography, and romance are alike; monotonous and mechanically seductive, quickly leading to despair.
In my own work, I tend to cover a lot of time and to jump back and forward in time, and sometimes the way I do this is not very straightforward.
That was her way. She carried not noticing to an extreme. Not noticing, not intruding, not suggesting.
The complexity of things - the things within things - just seems to be endless. I mean nothing is easy, nothing is simple.
Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories - and telling other people a somewhat different version of our stories.
He takes up too much room, on the divan and in one's mind. It is simply impossible for me, in his presence, think of anything but him.
Everybody said to me back home, what do you want to go to Alaska for, and I said, because I've never been there, isn't that a good enough reason?
The dream was in fact a lot like the Vancouver weather - a dismal sort of longing, a rainy dreamy sadness, a weight that shifted round the heart.
Why is there always this twitchiness, when you introduce a man to a woman friend, about whether the man will be bored or put off?
They went bowling and curling and regularly joined other couples for coffee and doughnuts at Tim Horton's.
Now I no longer believe that people's secrets are defined and communicable, or their feelings full-blown and easy to recognize.
Pots can show malice, the patterns of linoleum can leer up at you, treachery is the other side of dailiness.
In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.
I was happy in the library. Walls of printed pages, evidence of so many created worlds
this was a comfort to me.
this was a comfort to me.
We say of some things that they can't be forgiven, or that we will never forgive ourselves. But we do
we do it all the time.
we do it all the time.
Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again.
I would really hope this would make people see the short story as an important art, not just something you played around with until you got a novel.
Country manners. Even if somebody phones up to tell you your house is burning down, they ask first how you are.