Muriel Spark
Muriel Spark
Dame Muriel Sarah Spark, DBE, CLit, FRSE, FRSL was a Scottish novelist. In 2008, the Times newspaper named Spark as No. 8 in its list of 'the 50 greatest British writers since 1945'...
NationalityScottish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth1 February 1918
death practice eggs
If I had my life over again I should form the habit of nightly composing myself to thoughts of death. I would practice, as it were, the remembrance of death. No other practice so intensifies life. Death, when it approaches, ought not to take one -surprise. It should be part of the full expectancy of life. Without an ever-present sense of death, life is insipid. You might as well live on the whites of eggs.
artist wonder lost
everything happens to an artist; time is always redeemed, nothing is lost and wonders never cease.
men deception unjust
The words of the double-tongued are as if they were harmless, but they reach even to the inner part of the bowels. Praise be to the Lord, who distinguishes our cause and delivers us from the unjust and deceitful man.
cat writing pieces
If you want to concentrate deeply on some problem, and especially some piece of writing or paper-work, you should acquire a cat . . .
people mentality
Neurotics are awfully quick to notice other people's mentalities ...
running debt
Let us run up debts. One is nobody without debts.
smile men doe
It is impossible to persuade a man who does not disagree, but smiles.
christian catholic may
If you're going to do a thing, you should do it thoroughly. If you're going to be a Christian, you may as well be a Catholic.
looks one-thing
You look for one thing and you find another.
being-in-love imagination long
[My novel] took up the sweetest part of my mind and the rarest part of my imagination; it was like being in love and better. All day long when I was busy [...], I had my unfinished novel personified almost as a secret companion and accomplice following me like a shadow wherever I went, whatever I did.
flower men
Beware of men bearing flowers.
weapons honorable ridicule
Ridicule is the only honorable weapon we have left.
persons happenings happens
She wasn't a person to whom things happen. She did all the happenings.
rain dirty heart
It is one of the secrets of Nature in its mood of mockery that fine weather lays heavier weight on the mind and hearts of the depressed and the inwardly tormented than does a really bad day with dark rain sniveling continuously and sympathetically from a dirty sky.