“Children Katy's age had no problem with monotony. In fact they embraced it, diving into it and wrapping the familiar words round… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I was a grade B housewife, maybe a B minus. But when I got time to write, I would be unable to… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“The deceits which her spinster's sentimentality has practiced on her original good judgment are legendary and colossal; she has this way of… — 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
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
“Here they found themselves year after year- a group of busy, youngish women who had eased their cars impatiently through the archaic… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Mothers and daughters generally have fairly complex relationships, and ours was made much more so by Mother's illness. She had Parkinson's disease,… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I loved taking off. In my own house, I seemed to be often looking for a place to hide - sometimes from… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“What made more sense was that the bargain she was bound to was to go on living as she had been doing.… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“Children use that word "hate" to mean various things. It may mean that they are frightened...It is not physical harm that is… — 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
“It was all he could do. To make her see what she was doing, what she was ending, and to punish her… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Children of course are monstrously conventional, repelled at once by whatever is off-center, out of whack, unmanageable. And being an only child… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
My head was a magpie's nest lined with such bright scraps of information. — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
The images, the language, of pornography, and romance are alike; monotonous and mechanically seductive, quickly leading to despair. — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
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 Image
