Alice Munro Quotes

I was happy in the library. Walls of printed pages, evidence of so many created worlds--this was a comfort to me.

These are not sentimental keepsakes. She never looks at them, and often forgets what she has there. They are not booty, they don't have ritualistic significance. She does not take something every time...

She did not have time to wonder about his being late. He died bent over the sidewalk sign that stood out in front of the hardware store... He had not even had time to get into the store...

The preference most of them had for seeing through their camera, rather than looking at the real thing, and so on.

She read modern fiction too. Always fiction. She hated to hear the word 'escape' used about fiction. She might have argued, not just playfully, that it was real life that was the escape. But this was...

It had a sort of a head on it, like a mushroom, and its color was reddish purple. It looked blunt and stupid, compared, say, to fingers and toes with their intelligent expressiveness, or even to an el...

Housework never really bothered me... what bothered me about it later was that it was expected to be your life... when you're a housewife, you are constantly interrupted. You have no space in your lif...

Chronic means that it will be permanent but perhaps not constant.

To dare it; to get away with it, to enter on preposterous adventures in your own, but newly named, skin.

I felt in him what women feel in men, something so tender, swollen, tyrannical, absurd; I would never take the consequences of interfering with it.

قالت إيزابيل (حسنًا، مال الذي كان بإمكانه فعله أكثر من ذلك, أن يصلي من أجلها؟)

يكي دوبار كارلا يكدفعه شروع كرده بود به حرف زدن و كار خيلي احمقانه اي كرده بود، فقط براي آنكه فضا را عوض كند. از آن كارهايي كه كه وقتي سواركارهاي دست و پاچلفتي و وحشتزده تازه كار احساس حقارت مي كردند،...

But now he pays attention, he notices something about the bush that he thinks he has missed those other times. How tangled up in itself it is, how dense and secret. It’s not a matter of one tree after...

It was comparable to getting sick from bad ventilation

We say of some things that they can't be forgiven, or that we will never forgive ourselves. But we do -- we do it all the time.

He seemed happy. She thought that she seldom concerned herself about Laurence’s being happy. She wanted him to be in a good mood, so that everything would go smoothly, but that was not the same thing.

It seemed to me that everybody ended up in Toronto at least for a little while.

That was her way. She carried not noticing to an extreme. Not noticing, not intruding, not suggesting.

Children Katy’s age had no problem with monotony. In fact they embraced it, diving into it and wrapping the familiar words round their tongues as if they were a candy that could last forever.

When two human beings divided by hostility are both, at the same time, mystified—no, frightened—by the same apparition, there is a bond that springs up between them, and they find themselves united in...