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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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It was at this time that she entirely gave up on reading. The covers of books looked like coffins to her, either shabby or ornate, and what was inside them might as well have been dust.
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You cannot let your parents anywhere near your real humiliations.
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It's as if tendencies that seem most deeply rooted in our minds, most private and singular, have come in as spores on the prevailing wind, looking for any likely place to land, any welcome.
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Lovers. Not a soft word, as people thought, but cruel and tearing.
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The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.
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His face contained for me all possibilities of fierceness and sweetness, pride and submissiveness, violence, self-containment. I never saw more in it than I had when I saw it first, because I saw everything then. The whole thing in him that I was going to love, and never catch or explain.
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Life would be grand if it weren't for the people.
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I have never kept diaries. I just remember a lot and am more self-centered than most people.
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Hatred is always a sin, my mother told me. Remember that. One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discolor everything like a drop of black ink in white milk. I was struck by that and meant to try it, but knew I shouldn’t waste the milk.
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Luck took me right out of myself - I read it in one gulp, and it never let me down. Sharp and surprising but always responsible, no tricks for tricks' sake so satisfying, with its shifting and puzzles. So much fiction turns out to be diversion, in spite of fancy claims, and doesn't really look at anything. Well - this does.
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And now such a warm commotion, such busy love.
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I want my stories to move people ... to feel some kind of reward from the writing.
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I just believed it easily, the way you might believe and in fact remember that you once had another set of teeth, now vanished but real in spite of that. Until one day, one day when I may even have been in my teens, I knew with a dim sort of hole in my insides that now I didn't believe it anymore.
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people who believe in miracles do not make much fuss when they actually encounter one
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