It is my feeling that as we grow older we should become not less radical but more so. I do not, of course, mean this in any political-party sense, but rather in a willingness to struggle for those things in… — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
“The struggle is not lost. I believe we have to live, as long as we live, in the expectation and hope of changing the world for the better. That may sound naive. It may even sound sentimental. Never mind: I… — 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… — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
“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… — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
“Nothing is clear now. Something must be the matter with my way of viewing things. I have no middle view. Either I fix on… — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
Holidays are enticing only for the first week or so. After that, it is no longer such a novelty to rise late and have… — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
“And yet, for a writer of fiction, part of the heart remains that of a stranger, for what we are trying to do is… — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
