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people who believe in miracles do not make much fuss when they actually encounter one

Alice Munro

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Alice Munro
Age: 94
Born: 1931
Born: January 1
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The deep, personal material of the latter half of your life is your children. You can write about your parents when they're gone, but your children are still going to be here, and you're going to want them to come and visit you in the nursing home.
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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.
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Love removes the world for you, and just as surely when it's going well as when it's going badly.
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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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So what about me? Would I always have to find a high horse? The moral relish, the rising above, the being in the right, which can make me flaunt my losses.
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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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One stroke of lightning does not have to lead anywhere, but to the next stroke of lightning.
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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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I saw how the forms of love might be maintained with a condemned person but with the love in fact measured and disciplined, because you have to survive. It could be done so discreetly that the object of such care would not suspect, any more than she would suspect the sentence of death itself.
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He was evidently the sort of person who posed questions that were traps for you to fall into.
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What if people really did that - sent their love through the mail to get rid of it? What would it be that they sent? A box of chocolates with centers like the yolks of turkey eggs. A mud doll with hollow eye sockets. A heap of roses slightly more fragrant than rotten. A package wrapped in bloody newspaper that nobody would want to open.
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