The images, the language, of pornography, and romance are alike; monotonous and mechanically seductive, quickly leading to despair. — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Writing is hard, but the more you write, and enjoy what you write, the better it gets. — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
There is a limit to the amount of misery and disarray you will put up with, for love, just as there is… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“Love dies all the time, or at any rate it becomes distracted, overlaid--it might as well be dead.” — 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
“She thought back to what he had said. /I could make you very happy./ It was something men said then, when they… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Love removes the world for you, and just as surely when it's going well as when it's going badly. — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I got interested in reading very early, because a story was read to me, by Hans Christian Andersen, which was 'The Little… — 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
I saw how the forms of love might be maintained with a condemned person but with the love in fact measured and… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“As I walked into Jubilee I repossessed the world. Trees, houses, fences, streets, cambe back to me, in their own sober and… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“He did take her to the movies. They saw Father of the Bride. Grace hated it. She hated girls like Elizabeth Taylor… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I read a book called The Art of Loving. A lot of things seemed clear while I was reading it but afterwards… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“It is all about a girl who is more interested in politics than in love... the Russian censors will not let it… — 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
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
