Nothing happens, and nothing happens, and then everything…

Nowadays most people wear black most of the time anyway: go to a literary party and one would imagine everyone there was in perpetual…

— Fay Weldon

My experience of men in cars has always been that if you don't want them to do something, they will. It is when they…

— Fay Weldon

Letters crossing in the post, unfamiliar tunes heard three times in one day, the way that blows of fate descend upon the same bowed…

— Fay Weldon

“If that was dying, I don't want to do it again.”

— Fay Weldon

One sort of believes in recycling. But one believes in it as a kind of palliative to the gods.

— Fay Weldon

“Truly, books are wonderful things; to sit alone in a room and laugh and cry, because you are reading, and still be safe when…

— Fay Weldon

“Not satisfied with what he's got? Is that it? That's husbands all over. Ungrateful pigs. You do everything for them, you bring up their…

— Fay Weldon

“Food. Drink. Sleep. Books. They are all drugs.”

— Fay Weldon

The prophets of doom, in my experience, are generally ignored and usually right.

— Fay Weldon

“There is nothing, she would think, more delicious that the icing of bought chocolate cake, eaten in the silence and privacy of the night.”

— Fay Weldon

“A brave little woman,’ said the vicar. ‘So many of our women are now left alone.’ And so they were. Those who in peacetime…

— Fay Weldon

How has anyone ever understood anyone, except through love, which is wordless?

— Fay Weldon

“Women have always tried to make themselves attractive to men, and you're not going to change a thing like that in a hurry. Look…

— Fay Weldon

One friend dies and we remain indifferent; another dies, perhaps less intimate, and we see ourselves as dead, and weep, mourn, tear our hair…

— Fay Weldon

One must be careful with words. Words turn probabilities into facts and by sheer force of definition translate tendencies into habits.

— Fay Weldon