“The tiny share we have of time appalls me, though my father seems to regard it with tranquillity.” — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“Dorothy,” said my mother, shifting gears with an angry little spurt, and we cleared the top of the hill,” — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“What good is it if you read Plato and never clean your toilet? asked my mother, reverting to the values of Jubilee.” — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
When you are young, you cannot imagine being disabled. You imagine you would conquer it somehow. As I've got older, I can… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“If you live long enough as a parent nowadays, you discover that you have made mistakes you didn't bother to know about… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“Corrie said she was glad that what they were doing—what they had just done—appeared not to bother him, in spite of his… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I think, when you are growing up, you have to pull apart from what your mother wants or needs. You've got to… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
The deep, personal material of the latter half of your life is your children. You can write about your parents when they're… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Hatred is always a sin, my mother told me. Remember that. One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discolor… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“If you live long enough as a parent, you discover that you have made mistakes you didn't bother to know about as… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
My mother, I suppose, is still a main figure in my life because her life was so sad and unfair, and she… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“My mother had not let anything go. Inside that self we knew, which might at times appear blurred a bit, or sidetracked,… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I don't think that much about my relationship with my mother and what it did to me. I sometimes feel terrible regret… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“Like the children in fairy stories who have seen their parents make pacts with terrifying strangers, who have discovered that our fears… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“He said the difference between the male and female modes of thought were easily illustrated by the thoughts of a boy and… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“...they lived in a curious but not unhappy isolation, though her father was a popular schoolteacher. Partly they were cut off by… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“The problem, the only problem, is my mother. And she is the one of course that I am trying to get; it… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“My father's boots went ahead. His boots were to me as unique and familiar, as much an index to himself, as his… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“He did take her to the movies. They saw Father of the Bride. Grace hated it. She hated girls like Elizabeth Taylor… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
William Maxwell's my favorite North American writer, I think. And an Irish writer who used to write for 'The New Yorker' called Maeve Brennan,… — Alice Munro Copy Share
“Not very long ago I was driving with my husband on the back roads of Grey County, which is to the north and east… — Alice Munro Copy Share
“Her silent singing wrapped around the story she was telling herself, which she extended further every night on the deck. (Averill often told herself… — Alice Munro Copy Share
“Something happened here. In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, were something happened, and then there are… — Alice Munro Copy Share
The thing is to be happy, no matter what. Just try that. You can. It gets to be easier and easier. It's nothing to… — Alice Munro Copy Share
What she wants to do if she can get the time to do it, is not so much to live in the past as… — Alice Munro Copy Share
“Children Katy's age had no problem with monotony. In fact they embraced it, diving into it and wrapping the familiar words round their tongues… — Alice Munro Copy Share
“This is what happens. You put it away for a little while, and now and again you look in the closet for something else… — Alice Munro Copy Share
She sits in her usual ample armchair, with piles of books and unopened magazines around her. She sips cautiously from the mug of weak… — Alice Munro Copy Share
The images, the language, of pornography, and romance are alike; monotonous and mechanically seductive, quickly leading to despair. — Alice Munro Copy Share
I was a grade B housewife, maybe a B minus. But when I got time to write, I would be unable to finish a… — Alice Munro Copy Share
“You would think as you get older your mind would fill up with what they call the spiritual side of things, but mine just… — Alice Munro Copy Share
Peoples lives, in Jubilee as elsewhere, were dull, simple, amazing, unfathomable-deep caves paved with kitchen linoleum. . . . What I wanted [to write… — Alice Munro Copy Share
