Category: Alice Munro

Now that I think of it, she looked splendid. I…

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.

He could no more describe the feeling he got f…

He could no more describe the feeling he got from her than you can describe a smell. It’s like the scorch of electricity. It’s like burnt kernels of wheat. No, it’s like a bitter orange. I give up.

Braininess is not attractive unless combined w…

Braininess is not attractive unless combined with some signs of elegance; class.

If she let go of her grief even for a minute i…

If she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again.

You cannot let your parents anywhere near your…

You cannot let your parents anywhere near your real humiliations.

I just believed it easily, the way you might b…

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.

There would never be any room in her for anyth…

There would never be any room in her for anything else. No room for anything but the realization of what she had done.

I despised their antics because I took life se…

I despised their antics because I took life seriously and had a much more lofty and tender notion of romance. But I would have liked to get their attention just the same.

She sips cautiously from the mug of weak herb …

She sips cautiously from the mug of weak herb tea which is now her substitute for coffee. At one time she thought that she could not live without coffee, but it turned out that it is really the warm large mug she wants in her hands, that is the aid to thought or whatever it is she practices through the procession of hours, or of days.

The unhappiest moment I could never tell you. …

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.