people who believe in miracles do not make much fuss when they actually encounter one — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I want my stories to move people ... to feel some kind of reward from the writing. — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I have never kept diaries. I just remember a lot and am more self-centered than most people. — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Why is it a surprise to find that people other than ourselves are able to tell lies? — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I can have people around a lot more because I'm not always chasing them away so I can work on my novel.… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I like gaps; all my stories have gaps. It seems this is the way people's lives present themselves. — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
People are more aware now of cities and of different ways of life. I suppose the writing I do is a bit… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories - and telling other people a somewhat different version of our stories. — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I can't play bridge. I don't play tennis. All those things that people learn, and I admire, there hasn't seemed time for.… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Now i no longer believe that people's secrets are defined and communicable, or their feelings full-blown and easy to recognize. — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
She keeps on hoping from a word from Penelope, but not in any strenuous way. She hopes as people who know better… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
People’s lives, in Jubilee as elsewhere, were dull, simple, amazing, and unfathomable – deep caves paved with kitchen linoleum. — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
What if people really did that - sent their love through the mail to get rid of it? What would it be… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I think, often, people who run away are people who got into things most enthusiastically, and then they want more. They just… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I want my stories to be something about life that causes people to say, not, oh, isn't that the truth, but to… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I think any life can be interesting, any surroundings can be interesting. I don't think I could have been so brave if… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Maybe I should say that memory interests me a great deal, because I think we all tell stories of our lives to… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
People are curious. A few people are. ... They will put things together, knowing all along that they may be mistaken. You… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I used to feel for years and years and years that I was very remiss not to have written a novel and… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I was amazed as people must be who are seized and kidnapped, and who realize that in the strange world of their… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
She could not explain or quite understand that it wasn't altogether jealousy she felt, it was rage. And not because she couldn't… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
It's not possible to advise a young writer because every young writer is so different. You might say, "Read," but a writer… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I began to understand that there were certain talkers--certain girls--whom people liked to listen to, not because of what they, the girls,… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Never underestimate the meanness in people's souls... Even when they're being kind... especially when they're being kind. — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
There were people whom you positively ached to please. If you failed with such people they would put you into a category… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I would really hope this would make people see the short story as an important art, not just something you played around… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
She was learning, quite late, what many people around her appeared to have known since childhood that life can be perfectly satisfying… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Few people, very few, have a treasure, and if you do you must hang onto it. You must not let yourself be… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Anecdotes don't make good stories. Generally I dig down underneath them so far that the story that finally comes out is not… — 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
