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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 75a4da2 | Dorothy," said my mother, shifting gears with an angry little spurt, and we cleared the top of the hill," | Alice Munro | ||
| 971e8cd | and there was still a lot of soft snow in the bush. We | Alice Munro | ||
| 850782b | Doing this was like wading and then throwing yourself into the lake for the first icy swim, in June. A sickening shock at first, then amazement that you were still moving, lifted up on a stream of steely devotion-- | death life sorrow | Alice Munro | |
| 25cd954 | I gave him a gentle uncomprehending look in return. I am a grown-up woman now; let him unbury his own catastrophes. | Alice Munro | ||
| a7f6a77 | Ben ducked beneath the arbor and paused by the fishpond when a memory crept upon him like a shadow. This was the spot where Alice had first read to him from her manuscript. He could still hear her voice, as if it had somehow been captured by the leaves around them and was being played back now, just for him, like a gramophone recording. "I've had a brilliant idea," he heard her say, so young and innocent, so full of joy. "I've been working .. | benjamin-munro clever-mind manuscript youthfulness | Kate Morton | |
| 256e86d | He did take her to the movies. They saw Father of the Bride. Grace hated it. She hated girls like Elizabeth Taylor in that movie, she hated spoiled rich girls of whom nothing was ever asked but that they wheedle and demand. Maury said that it was only supposed to be a comedy, but she said that was not the point. She could not make clear what the point was. Anybody would think that it was because she worked as a waitress and was too poor to .. | Alice Munro | ||
| df71d43 | Benjamin Munro was his name. She mouthed the syllables silently, Benjamin James Munro, twenty-six years old, late of London. He had no dependents, was a hard worker, a man not given to baseless talk. He'd been born in Sussex and grown up in the Far East, the son of archaeologists. He liked green tea, the scent of jasmine, and hot days that built towards rain. He hadn't told her all of that. He wasn't one of those pompous men who bassooned o.. | alice-edevane benjamin-munro flower letter sleuth | Kate Morton | |
| 3d8f20b | You're a storyteller, Alice Edevane," Ben had told her late one afternoon, as the river tripped coolly by and the pigeons came home to roost. "I've never met a person with such a clever imagination, such good ideas." His voice had been gentle and his gaze intense; Alice had seen herself then through his eyes and she'd liked what she saw." | alice-edevane benjamin-munro storyteller | Kate Morton | |
| bf2e4b2 | Que era una vida normal? Era la vida de las chicas que trabajaban con ella, las fiestas de homenaje, las sabanas de hilo, las baterias de cocina y la cuberteria de plata, ese complicado orden femenino; y, por otro lado, era la vida del salon de baile Gay-la, ir borracha en coche por carreteras negras, escuchar chistes de hombres, soportar y pelearte con hombres y conseguirlos, conseguirlos: un lado no podia existir sin el otro, y al asumir .. | Alice Munro | ||
| 062043e | qlt yzbyl (Hsnan, ml ldhy kn bmknh f`lh 'kthr mn dhlk, 'n ySly mn 'jlh?) | Alice Munro | ||
| 2432798 | Isn't it true that all the people I know in the world so far are hardly more than puppets for me, serving the glossy contrivings of my imagination? | Alice Munro | ||
| 940709f | hry bh lrn gfth bwd dr zndgy mhm yn st khh Hwst jm` bshd. chshm hyt r bz khny w mkhnt blqwh r-nsnyt r- dr hr khsy bbyny. twjh khny. gr my twnst chyzy bh lrn yd bdhd, hmyn bwd. twjh khrdn. | Alice Munro | ||
| c1b68f1 | I don't take up the story and follow it as if it were a road, taking me somewhere... I go into it, and move back and forth and settle here and there, and stay in it for a while. It is more | Alice Munro | ||
| cc2e607 | Tak chto bud' umnitsei, Khelen, i zhivi dal'she, kak vse ostal'nye, i skoro-skoro my vse uvidim vesnu. | Alice Munro | ||
| 4a11f51 | I don't take up the story and follow it as if it were a road, taking me somewhere... I go into it, and move back and forth | Alice Munro | ||
| d25acff | Chorar tambem nem faz mal, sabe, desde que voce nao passe a vida inteira chorando. | Alice Munro | ||
| 8a430b0 | That | Alice Munro | ||
| a2b28d1 | Ora non credo piu che la gente abbia segreti precisi e comunicabili, ne sentimenti esuberanti e facili da riconoscere. Non ci credo piu. | Alice Munro | ||
| aa9b6b1 | A los hombres les encantan las rarezas cuando la chica es lo suficientemente bonita | Alice Munro | ||
| 472ad46 | Demasiada felicidad | Alice Munro | ||
| ef336d2 | Messud, for her part, had a sharp response for her interviewer. For heaven's sake, what kind of question is that? Would you want to be friends with Humbert Humbert? Would you want to be friends with Mickey Sabbath? Saleem Sinai? Hamlet? Krapp? Oedipus? Oscar Wao? Antigone? Raskolnikov? Any of the characters in The Corrections? Any of the characters in Infinite Jest? Any of the characters in anything Pynchon has ever written? Or Martin Amis?.. | Roxane Gay | ||
| 9fa206d | I'd rather be a bad feminist than no feminist at all | Roxane Gay | ||
| 0d651d8 | It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds. | Aesop | ||
| 659fef4 | Te adoro porque me volviste puta. | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| 5aa5322 | It had never crossed my mind before that it was possible for a child to be educated in this country and make it to college unable to read at a college level. | Roxane Gay | ||
| ec3e0a2 | Marcy leaned forward to study the landscaping, tall cypresses encircled by Peruvian lilies looming over the guardhouse. She sighed, said, "This is a bit much." Her husband said, "Baby, people love the illusion of safety and the spectacle of enclosure." They were given bar-coded stickers for their cars." | Roxane Gay | ||
| 2ee318c | And most women know this, that we are supposed to disappear, but it's something that needs to be said, loudly, over and over again, so that we can resist surrendering to what is expected of us. | Roxane Gay | ||
| 2f822ce | When I wrote, it was so easy to be happy. | Roxane Gay | ||
| 6e3c7f0 | I lost my voice but I had words. | Roxane Gay | ||
| 864794f | He's a professor of mechanical and biomedical engineering at the local university. He is somewhat renowned in his field. This is what I'm told by his adoring colleagues and students at boring cocktail parties where I play the part of devoted wife. They always marvel at what it must be like to be married to the great Dr. David Foster III. They imagine, I think, that our nights are filled with romantic whisperings about fluid dynamics and hea.. | Roxane Gay | ||
| be995e3 | I recently enjoyed Always Happy Hour by Mary Miller and Homesick for Another World by Ottessa Moshfegh--both dark, strange, a bit uncomfortable, sexy. | Roxane Gay | ||
| a4200e1 | When I read, I could forget. | Roxane Gay | ||
| 4cb05de | I realized that weight loss, thinness really, was social currency. | Roxane Gay | ||
| f391109 | But I also like myself, my personality, my weirdness, my sense of humor, my wild and deep romantic streak, how I love, how I write, my kindness and my mean streak. It is only now, in my forties, that I am able to admit that I like myself, even though I am nagged by this suspicion that I shouldn't. For so long, I gave in to my self-loathing. I refused to allow myself the simple pleasure of accepting who I am and how I live and love and think.. | Roxane Gay | ||
| a979f7b | muitos de nos estamos nos aproximando, a espera de que alguem distante agarre nossas maos e nos lembre de que nao vivemos tao solitarios quanto tememos. | Roxane Gay | ||
| 0e5efc0 | No, we were still in the same room, both of us having to breathe and speak in the aftermath of her wink. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 964f7d7 | I was absolutely terrified going into surgery. I realized I have so much life yet to live. I did not want to die. I thought, I don't want to die, and it was such a strange thought because I've never actively wanted to live as much as I did when I had to face my mortality in such a specific way. I began to think of all the things I still wanted to do, the words I had yet to write. I thought about my friends, my family, my person. | Roxane Gay | ||
| 2ab5e55 | I finally recognized that I matter to the people in my life and that I have a responsibility to matter to myself and take care of myself so they don't have to lose me before my time, so I can have more time. | Roxane Gay | ||
| 248f125 | I've decided that I will not allow my body to dictate my existence, at least, not entirely. I will not hide from the world. | Roxane Gay | ||
| d585ed5 | This body is resilient. It can endure all kinds of things. My body offers me the power of presence. My body is powerful. | Roxane Gay | ||
| 785f3c0 | Her skin flushed darkly and she licked her lips over and over. Imagining me being used turned her on. She's overeducated and has taken too many women's studies classes. She uses words like empowerment sincerely. When my accounting was complete, she moved so close our knees were touching and placed her hand in the small of my back. | Roxane Gay | ||
| 02d7c3a | Marcy never knew what to say during these moments, but she smiled politely because she understood these people and how they existed only in relation to those around them. | Roxane Gay | ||
| 5d2103d | Mr. Peter was sorry for every terrible thing he did to us. Mr. Peter couldn't resist two beautiful little girls. Mr. Peter wanted us so bad he couldn't help himself. Mr. Peter was an old man now, could never hurt another little girl. Mr. Peter begged for our forgiveness. We were young once. | Roxane Gay | ||
| 557a18d | Carolina pulled the letter out of her pocket and held the corner to the open flame of a lighter before tossing the burning letter into the air. We lay down on the runway, holding hands. The flame burned white, then extinguished. The ashes slowly fell to the ground, drifting onto our clothes, our faces, our deaf ears, our silent tongues. | Roxane Gay |