Category: Alice Munro

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.

When two human beings divided by hostility are…

When two human beings divided by hostility are both, at the same time, mystified—no, frightened—by the same apparition, there is a bond that springs up between them, and they find themselves united in the most unexpected way. United in their humanity—that is the only way I can describe it.

He seemed happy. She thought that she seldom c…

He seemed happy. She thought that she seldom concerned herself about Laurence’s being happy. She wanted him to be in a good mood, so that everything would go smoothly, but that was not the same thing.

It’s just life. You can’t beat life.

It’s just life. You can’t beat life.

In your life there are a few places, or maybe …

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.

I began to understand that there were certain …

I began to understand that there were certain talkers–certain girls–whom people liked to listen to, not because of what they, the girls, had to say, but because of the delight they took in saying it. A delight in themselves, a shine on their faces, a conviction that whatever they were telling about was remarkable and that they themselves could not help but give pleasure. There might be other people–people like me–who didn’t concede this, but that was their loss. And people like me would never be the audience these girls were after, anyway.

None of us mattered to her, not me, or her cri…

None of us mattered to her, not me, or her critics or defenders. No more than bugs on a lampshade.

My head was a magpie’s nest lined with s…

My head was a magpie’s nest lined with such bright scraps of information.