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I have never kept diaries. I just remember a lot and am more self-centered than most people.

Alice Munro

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Alice Munro
Age: 93
Born: 1931
Born: January 1
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I want the reader to feel something is astonishing. Not the 'what happens,' but the way everything happens. These long short story fictions do that best, for me.
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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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In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.
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Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories - and telling other people a somewhat different version of our stories.
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Things have changed, ofcourse. There are counsellors at the ready. Kindness and understanding. Life is harder for some, we're told. Not their fault, even if the blows are purely imgainery. Felt just as keenly by the recipient, or the non recipient, as the case may be. But good use can be made of everything, if you are willing.
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Speculation can be more gentle, can take its time, when it is not driven by desire.
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The unhappiest moment I could never tell you. All our fights blend into each other and are in fact re-enactments of the same fight, in which we punish each other--I with words, Hugh with silence--for being each other. We never needed any more than that.
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My head was a magpie's nest lined with such bright scraps of information.
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I would really hope this would make people see the short story as an important art, not just something you played around with until you got a novel.
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And now such a warm commotion, such busy love.
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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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It's certainly true that when I was young, writing seemed to me so important that I would have sacrificed almost anything to it ... Because I thought of the world in which I wrote -- the world I created -- as somehow much more enormously alive than the world I was actually living in.
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There is a limit to the amount of misery and disarray you will put up with, for love, just as there is a limit to the amount of mess you can stand around a house. You can't know the limit beforehand, but you will know when you've reached it. I believe this.
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Now i no longer believe that people's secrets are defined and communicable, or their feelings full-blown and easy to recognize.
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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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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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A story ... has a sturdy sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to shelter or beguile you.
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The skin of everyday appearances stretched over such shamelessness, such consuming explosions of lust.
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There were people whom you positively ached to please. If you failed with such people they would put you into a category in their minds where they could kee you and have contempt for you forever.
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