“For what was living with a man if it wasn't living inside his insanity?” — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
And did I not think then, What nonsense it is to suppose one man so different from another when all that life… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“In your life there are a few places, or maybe only one place, where something has happened. And then there are the… — 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… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“She hated to hear the word "escape" used about fiction. She might have argued, not just playfully, that it was real life… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Row, row, row your boat. Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream. — 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
In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
There was a danger whenever I was on home ground. It was the danger of seeing my life through other eyes than… — 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
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
Things have changed, ofcourse. There are counsellors at the ready. Kindness and understanding. Life is harder for some, we're told. Not their… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I no longer feel attracted to the well-made novel. I want to write the story that will zero in and give you… — 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
It must have meant something, though, that at this turn of my life I grabbed up a book. Because it was in… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“Unconnected to the life of love, uncolored by love, the world resumes its own, its natural and callous importance. This is first… — 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
“ Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream. I lie in… — 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
Writers are always writing about infidelity. It's so dramatic. The wickedness of it, the secrecy, the complications, the finding that you thought… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Housework never really bothered me... what bothered me about it later was that it was expected to be your life... when you're… — 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
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
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
They were all in their early thirties. An age at which it is sometimes hard to admit that what you are living… — 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
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
“We had a hard life but we didn't know it...We had power…it's a power of transformation you have, when you're stuffed full… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I despised their antics because I took life seriously and had a much more lofty and tender notion of romance. But I… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“I have been incredibly lucky," he said. "Lucky in my life. Oh, I know some people would not say so. They'd say… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“Things have changed, of course. There are counsellors at the ready. Kindness and understanding. Life is harder for some, we're told. Not… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
If I decided to send this to you, where would I send it? When I think of writing the whole address on… — 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
