Because if one has an image, however dim and romantic, of a journey's end, one may, in the end, surely reach it, after no matter how many detours and deceptions and abandonings of hope. And hope could never have been… — 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 Image
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 Image
Sometimes it seems the only accomplishment my education ever bestowed on me was the ability to think in quotations. — Margaret Drabble Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Nothing succeeds, they say, like success. And certainly nothing fails like failure. — Margaret Drabble Copy Share Image
