It isn't necessarily the great and famous beauty spots we fall in love with. As with people, so with places. Love is unforeseen, and we can all find ourselves affectionately attached to the minor and the less obvious. — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
Being in love is something like poetry. Certainly, you can analyze and expound its various senses and intentions, but there is always something left over, mysteriously hovering between music and meaning. — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
Contradictions in human character are one of its most consistent notes. — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
“They are demanding equal rights with us,’ says Mrs. Fiedke. ‘That’s why I never vote with the Liberals. Perfume, jewellery, hair down to their… — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
Allow me, in conclusion, to congratulate you warmly upon your sexual intercourse, as well as your singing. — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
I see no reason to keep silent about my enjoyment of the sound of my own voice as I work. — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
It is well, when in difficulties, to say never a word, neither black nor white. Speech is silver but silence is golden. — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
It's a whydunnit in q-sharp major and it has a message: never talk to the sort of girls that you wouldn't leave lying about… — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
One's prime is elusive. You little girls, when you grow up, must be on the alert to recognize your prime at whatever time of… — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
“The sparkle and morning-freshness of the shop, and the butter-conjuring girl, formed a mind-picture which accompanied the whole of my youth.(about the Buttercup Dairy)” — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
There was altogether too much candor in married life; it was an indelicate modern idea, and frequently led to upsets in a household, if… — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
Jealousy ... is an affliction of the spirit which, unlike some sins of the flesh, gives no one any pleasure. — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
it never really occurred to her that literary men, if they like women at all, do not want literary women but girls. — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
