Nowadays most people wear black most of the time anyway: go to a literary party and one would imagine everyone there was… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
Letters crossing in the post, unfamiliar tunes heard three times in one day, the way that blows of fate descend upon the… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
It is easier for the reader to judge, by a thousand times, than for the writer to invent. The writer must summon… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
“Fortunately, there is more to life than death. There is for one thing, fiction. A thousand thousand characters to be sent marching… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
I was always furious because you couldn't take out more than three books in one day. You would go home with your… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
We shelter children for a time; we live side by side with men; and that is all. We owe them nothing, and… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
Every time you open your wardrobe, you look at your clothes and you wonder what you are going to wear. What you… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
Preserve your peace of mind. There is not much time; all things end in death. Do not lament the past too much,… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
Words are not simple things: they take unto themselves, as they have through time, power and meaning. — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
She could see that to lose a sibling was hard: it could only seem unnatural:out of time, out of order, a vicious… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
A woman has all too much substance in a man's eyes at the best of times. That is why men like women… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
If I am a prolific writer and turn my hand, with what seems to some as indecent haste, from novels to screenplays… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
What makes women happy? Nothing, for more than ten minutes at a time, so stop worrying. — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
“I am always concerned when people, finding out that I am a writer, apologise and say, “I’m not much of a reader… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
“Because lurking somewhere beneath the surface of your brain is a vision of loneliness, and it will be a terrible moment when… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
Nowadays most people wear black most of the time anyway: go to a literary party and one would imagine everyone there was in perpetual… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
My experience of men in cars has always been that if you don't want them to do something, they will. It is when they… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
Letters crossing in the post, unfamiliar tunes heard three times in one day, the way that blows of fate descend upon the same bowed… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
One sort of believes in recycling. But one believes in it as a kind of palliative to the gods. — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
“Truly, books are wonderful things; to sit alone in a room and laugh and cry, because you are reading, and still be safe when… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
“Not satisfied with what he's got? Is that it? That's husbands all over. Ungrateful pigs. You do everything for them, you bring up their… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
The prophets of doom, in my experience, are generally ignored and usually right. — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
“There is nothing, she would think, more delicious that the icing of bought chocolate cake, eaten in the silence and privacy of the night.” — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
“A brave little woman,’ said the vicar. ‘So many of our women are now left alone.’ And so they were. Those who in peacetime… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
How has anyone ever understood anyone, except through love, which is wordless? — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
