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I never have a problem with finding material. I wait for it to turn up, and it always turns up. It’s dealing with the material I’m inundated with that poses the problem.

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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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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The skin of everyday appearances stretched over such shamelessness, such consuming explosions of lust.
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I knew I would be famous one day. That's because I lived in a very small town and nobody liked doing the same things I did, like writing.
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Always remember that when a man goes out of the room, he leaves everything in it behind. When a woman goes out she carries everything that happened in the room along with her.
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people who believe in miracles do not make much fuss when they actually encounter one
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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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