“La notte e vicina per me. Those were the words that an elderly Italian woman, an old crone who swept the stairs, had uttered to Fran when she was working as an au pair girl in Florence, a hundred years… — 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
