I actually remember feeling delight, at two o'clock in the morning, when the baby woke for his feed, because I so longed to have another look at him. — Margaret Drabble Copy Share Image
“Fresh newsprint, good coffee, assorted texts, some messages on her BlackBerry, what more could the modern world offer?” — Margaret Drabble Copy Share
The middle years, caught between children and parents, free of neither: the past stretches back too densely, it is too thickly populated, the future… — Margaret Drabble Copy Share
Sometimes it seems the only accomplishment my education ever bestowed on me was the ability to think in quotations. — Margaret Drabble Copy Share
I confidently predict the collapse of capitalism and the beginning of history. Something will go wrong in the machinery that converts money into money,… — Margaret Drabble Copy Share
“Minor talents or failing talents ask much of those who associate with them. They suck, they cling, they sour, they devour, and they can… — Margaret Drabble Copy Share
How unjust life is, to make physical charm so immediately apparent or absent, when one can get away with vices untold for ever. — Margaret Drabble Copy Share
World War II put feminism on hold for a long time; the men went away to fight, a lot of women in those years… — Margaret Drabble Copy Share
“Doing a jigsaw was not an intelligence test, or a personality assesment programme; it was a pursuit that lay somewhere between creation and imitation… — Margaret Drabble Copy Share
How extraordinary people are, that they get themselves into such situations where they go on doing what they dislike doing, and have no need… — Margaret Drabble Copy Share
Nothing succeeds, they say, like success. And certainly nothing fails like failure. — Margaret Drabble Copy Share
Some of what we read in classical literature is not relative to our condition, but then many women novelists and poets have turned it… — Margaret Drabble Copy Share
“The dining area of the Premier Inn is geared to dispel elderly apprehensions, not to reinforce them. It is noisy and colourful and full… — Margaret Drabble Copy Share
