Silda

“And at the end of his letter one terrible sentence.

'If I loved you I would have written differently.”
― Alice Munro, Too Much Happiness: Stories

“As soon as a man and woman of almost any age are alone together within four walls it is assumed that anything may happen. Spontaneous combustion, instant fornication, triumph of the senses. What possibilities men and women must see in each other to infer such dangers. Or, believing in the dangers, how often they must think about the possibilities.”
― Alice Munro

“I used to feel for years and years and years that I was very remiss not to have written a novel and I would question people who wrote novels and try to find out how they did it and how they had got past page 30. Then, with the approach of old age, I began to just think: “Well, lucky I can do anything at all.”
― Alice Munro

“Who can ever say the perfect thing to the poet about his poetry?”
― Alice Munro, Dear Life