Alice Munro
Alice Munro
Alice Ann Munrois a Canadian short story writer and Nobel Prize winner. Munro's work has been described as having revolutionized the architecture of short stories, especially in its tendency to move forward and backward in time. Her stories have been said to "embed more than announce, reveal more than parade."...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth10 July 1931
CountryCanada
lying people able
Why is it a surprise to find that people other than ourselves are able to tell lies?
nests information magpies
My head was a magpie's nest lined with such bright scraps of information.
simple people kitchen
People’s lives, in Jubilee as elsewhere, were dull, simple, amazing, and unfathomable – deep caves paved with kitchen linoleum.
people childhood achievement
She was learning, quite late, what many people around her appeared to have known since childhood that life can be perfectly satisfying without major achievements.
pride self faces
His face contained for me all possibilities of fierceness and sweetness, pride and submissiveness, violence, self-containment. I never saw more in it than I had when I saw it first, because I saw everything then. The whole thing in him that I was going to love, and never catch or explain.
way stories ive-learned
The stories are not autobiographical, but they're personal in that way. I seem to know only the things that I've learned. Probably some things through observation, but what I feel I know surely is personal.
She would live now, not read.
mean simple chaos
The complexity of things - the things within things - just seems to be endless. I mean nothing is easy, nothing is simple.
class elegance attractive
Braininess is not attractive unless combined with some signs of elegance; class.
men absurd feels
I felt in him what women feel in men, something so tender, swollen, tyrannical, absurd; I would never take the consequences of interfering with it.
perfect poet perfect-things
Who can ever say the perfect thing to the poet about his poetry?
thinking growing happy-endings
That's something I think is growing on me as I get older: happy endings.
mother white hatred
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.
believe people miracle
people who believe in miracles do not make much fuss when they actually encounter one