“Everything drifts. Everything is slowly swirling, philosophies tangled with the grocery lists, unreal-real anxieties like rose thorns waiting to tear the uncertain flesh, nonentities of thoughts floating like plankton, green and orange particles, seaweed -- lots of that, dark purple… — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
“So, if this were indeed my Final Hour, these would be my words to you. I would not claim to pass on any secret of life, for there is none, or any wisdom except the passionate plea of caring ... Try to feel, in your heart's core, the reality of others. This is the most painful thing in the world,… — Margaret Laurence Copy Share
“Who wants tea and sympathy? Let's have coffee and sex, Stacey, eh?” — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
“To move to a new place -- that's the greatest excitement. For a while you believe you carry nothing with you -- all is… — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
When I say work I only mean writing. Everything else is just odd jobs. — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry. — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
“Too bad to deprive them, but if a person doesn't look after herself in this world, no one else is likely to.” — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
Women, as well as men, in all ages and in all places, have danced on the earth, danced the life dance, danced joy, danced… — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
Will we ever reach a point when it is no longer necessary to say Them and Us? I believe we must reach that point,… — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
I can't change what's happened to me in my life, or make what's not occurred take place. But I can't say I like it,… — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
Pride was my wilderness, and the demon that led me there was fear. — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
“Must've been off my head, wandering around the harbour so long. Didn't even get the nightgowns. Are the kids okay? Damn, I wish I didn't always have to be home at the right time. At the Day of Judgement, God will say Stacy MacAindra, what have you done with your life? And I'll say, Well, let's see, Sir, I think… — Margaret Laurence Copy Share
