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
forgiveness forgiving forgiven
We say of some things that they can't be forgiven, or that we will never forgive ourselves. But we do-we do it all the time.
peace kindness moments
Moments of kindness and reconciliation are worth having, even if the parting has to come sooner or later.
kissing fearless conversation
The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.
shelter stories sturdy
A story ... has a sturdy sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to shelter or beguile you.
everything-happens-for-a-reason long fiction
I want the reader to feel something is astonishing. Not the 'what happens,' but the way everything happens. These long short story fictions do that best, for me.
waiting problem turns
I never have a problem with finding material. I wait for it to turn up, and it always turns up. It’s dealing with the material I’m inundated with that poses the problem.
travel long details
This is the way you look at the poorest details of the world resurfaced, after you've been driving for a long time -- you feel their singleness and precise location and the forlorn coincidence of you being there to see them.
emotional world unhappiness
It almost seemed as if there must be some random and of course unfair thrift in the emotional housekeeping of the world, if the great happiness--however temporary, however flimsy--of one person could come out of the great unhappiness of another.
simple people kitchen
People’s lives, in Jubilee as elsewhere, were dull, simple, amazing, and unfathomable – deep caves paved with kitchen linoleum.
nests information magpies
My head was a magpie's nest lined with such bright scraps of information.
romance attention antics
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.
laughter compassion hilarity
What she felt was a lighthearted sort of compassion, almost like laughter. A swish of tender hilarity, getting the better of all her sores and hollows, for the time given.
sparks wanted
He never wanted to be away from her. She had the spark of life.