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My head was a magpie's nest lined with such bright scraps of information.

Alice Munro

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Alice Munro
Age: 93
Born: 1931
Born: January 1
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Peoples lives, in Jubilee as elsewhere, were dull, simple, amazing, unfathomable-deep caves paved with kitchen linoleum. . . . What I wanted [to write down] was every last thing, every layer of speech and thought, stroke of light on bark or walls, every smell, pothole, pain, crack, delusion, held still and held together-radiant, everlasting.
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Now that I think of it, she looked splendid. I wish I had met her somewhere else. I wish I had appreciated her as she deserved. I wish that everything had gone differently.
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Speculation can be more gentle, can take its time, when it is not driven by desire.
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In my own work, I tend to cover a lot of time and to jump back and forward in time, and sometimes the way I do this is not very straightforward.
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I read a book called The Art of Loving. A lot of things seemed clear while I was reading it but afterwards I went back to being more or less the same.
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The images, the language, of pornography, and romance are alike monotonous and mechanically seductive, quickly leading to despair.
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Lovers. Not a soft word, as people thought, but cruel and tearing.
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One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discolor everything like a drop of black ink in white milk.
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He never wanted to be away from her. She had the spark of life.
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Pots can show malice, the patterns of linoleum can leer up at you, treachery is the other side of dailiness.
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Row, row, row your boat. Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.
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I want my stories to be something about life that causes people to say, not, oh, isn't that the truth, but to feel some kind of reward from the writing, and that doesn't mean that it has to be a happy ending or anything, but just that everything the story tells moves the reader in such a way that you feel you are a different person when you finish.
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You think that would have changed things? The answer is of course, and for a while, and never.
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The stories are not autobiographical, but they're personal in that way. I seem to know only the things that I've learned. Probably some things through observation, but what I feel I know surely is personal.
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She keeps on hoping from a word from Penelope, but not in any strenuous way. She hopes as people who know better hope for undeserved blessings, spontaneous remissions, things of that sort.
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