“If I had my life to live over again, I would form the habit of nightly composing myself to thoughts of death. I would practice, as it were, the remembrance of death. There is not another practice which so intensifies… — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
If I had my life over again I should form the habit of nightly composing myself to thoughts of death. I would practice, as it were, the remembrance of death. No other practice so intensifies life. Death, when it approaches,… — 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
