“Dorothy,” said my mother, shifting gears with an angry little spurt, and we cleared the top of the hill,” — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Mothers and daughters generally have fairly complex relationships, and ours was made much more so by Mother's illness. She had Parkinson's disease,… — 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
I was a grade B housewife, maybe a B minus. But when I got time to write, I would be unable to… — 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
I was brought up to believe that the worst thing you could do was 'call attention to yourself,' or 'think you were… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Hatred is always a sin, my mother told me. Remember that. One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discolor… — 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
“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
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
I think, when you are growing up, you have to pull apart from what your mother wants or needs. You've got to… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“The problem, the only problem, is my mother. And she is the one of course that I am trying to get; it… — 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
