Rosamunde Pilcher
Rosamunde Pilcher
Rosamunde Pilcher, OBEis a British writer of several short-stories and 28 romance novels and mainstream women's fiction from 1949 to 2000, when she retired from writing. Early in her career she was also published under the pen name Jane Fraser. Her son is the writer Robin Pilcher...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth22 September 1924
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Things happen they way they're meant to. There's a pattern and a shape to everything...Nothing happens without a reason...Nothing is impossible...(Page 180).
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Life for women in rural Scotland is not like anywhere else in the world. We all live very far apart, and you don't just ring your girlfriend up for a cup of coffee. There really is no sense of community, no pubs, no clubs. The golf clubs are male prerogatives, and the women are isolated and have to have their own resources.
There is no magic in all the world like that magic when you sell your first bit of writing.
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Not having a father always made you feel that perhaps you weren't quite the same as other people. You felt you weren't complete.
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In Germany, I have been called the Queen of Kitsch, but I don't mind that - as long as people buy the books.
I'm not terribly intelligent - I have no university degree, you know.
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The two most wonderful things in life are money and sex, but the minute you start discussing them, they become b-o-r-i-n-g.
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People today expect too much from marriage. Getting married is really like taking on a big new job.
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I never expect anything from anybody. I'm a bit Scottish like that - I don't like to be disappointed and let down. I like to take life very slowly.
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She put out her hand and touched his forearm, as she would have touched some piece of porcelain or sculpture, just for the sheer animal pleasure of feeling its shape and curve beneath her fingertips.
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Grief is a funny thing because you don't have to carry it with you for the rest of your life. After a bit you set it down by the roadside and walk on and leave it.
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And the wicked thing is, that when we're really upset, we always take it out on the people who are closest and whom we love the most.
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Grief was like a terrible burden, but at least you could lay it down by the side of the road and walk away from it. Antonia had come only a few paces, but already she could turn and look back and not weep. It wasn't anything to do with forgetting. It was just accepting. Nothing was ever so bad once you had accepted it.
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I wasn't good enough. I had a little talent but not enough. There is nothing more discouraging than having just a little talent.