Carol Shields
Carol Shields
Carol Ann Shields, CC OM FRSCwas an American-born Canadian novelist and short story writer. She is best known for her 1993 novel The Stone Diaries, which won the U.S. Pulitzer Prize for Fiction as well as the Governor General's Award in Canada...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth2 June 1935
CountryCanada
moving glasses lucky
Happiness is the lucky pane of glass you carry in your head. It takes all your cunning just to hang on to it, and once it's smashed you have to move into a different sort of life.
moving voice scolding
The scolding voice is her own, so abrasive and quick, yet so powerless to move her.
book reading moving
Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve.
long healthy healthy-life
In a long and healthy life, which is what most of us have, there is plenty of time.
memories childhood fiction
A childhood is what anyone wants to remember of it. It leaves behind no fossils, except perhaps in fiction.
fear dare concern
He dares not concern himself with the future for fear of disturbing the present.
loneliness feels frightening
These are frightening times...when she feels herself annointed by loneliness.
years another-year
Here's to another year and let's hope it's above ground.
selfish maturity years
So this is where the years of maturity deliver us - to this needy, selfish, unwieldy wish to be somebody else's first and primal other.
pairs trunks buried
Eventually, everything gets stuck between a pair of parentheses or buried in the bottom of a trunk.
loneliness weather rehearsal
The larger loneliness of our lives evolves from our unwillingness to spend ourselves, stir ourselves. We are always damping down our inner weather, permitting ourselves the comforts of postponement, of rehearsals
adventure men weight
Why should men be allowed to strut under the privilege of their life adventures, wearing them like a breast full of medals, while women went all gray and silent beneath the weight of theirs?
heart love-is nurse
A woman's life isn't worth a plateful of cabbage if she hasn't felt life stir under her heart. Taking a little one to nurse, watching him grow to manhood, that's what love is.
mother thinking discovery
I don't think I would have been a writer if I hadn't been a mother. I wanted to construct something that contained some of these feelings that I had, some of these discoveries or revelations.