“Sometimes it slanted against her window with a pinging sound, which meant it was close to hail, and then it was visible as tiny pellets for a moment on the pane before the pellets vanished and rolled quietly down the… — Alistair MacLeod Copy Share Image
“And I am overwhelmed now by the awfulness of over-simplification. For now I realize that not only have I been guilty of it through… — Alistair MacLeod Copy Share Image
Perhaps it is better to have a place to go to that you hate than to have no place at all. — Alistair MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Some men,” she would add in ominous seriousness, “are nice as pie in public but within their own homes they are mean and miserly… — Alistair MacLeod Copy Share Image
I like to think that I am telling a story rather than writing it. — Alistair MacLeod Copy Share Image
There is a kind of belief among my students that things that are true are interesting. But most things that are true are not… — Alistair MacLeod Copy Share Image
No one has ever said that life is to be easy. Only that it is to be lived. — Alistair MacLeod Copy Share Image
Today there is a division between those who write about literature and those who create it. I, obviously, don't think that should be there. — Alistair MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it slanted against her window with a pinging sound, which meant it was close to hail, and then it was visible as tiny… — Alistair MacLeod Copy Share Image
And then there came into my heart a very great love for my father and I thought it was very much braver to spend… — Alistair MacLeod Copy Share Image
