Fay Weldon CBE FRSL (born 22 September 1931) is an English author, essayist, feminist and playwright.
Because one cause is bad does not make the opposing cause good.
Confidence is something one acquires. It can come early or late but it is impossible to write without it. Mine came late.
Marriage is a very difficult relationship for nearly everyone and I'm sure you shouldn't do it if you want a quiet little easy life.
Food is the supremest of pleasures.
Much sheer effort goes into avoiding the truth; left to itself, it sweeps in like the tide.
Words are not simple things: they take unto themselves, as they have through time, power and meaning.
Letters crossing in the post, unfamiliar tunes heard three times in one day, the way that blows of fate descend upon the same bowed shoulders, and the beams of good fortune glow perpetually upon the blessed. Fairy tales, as I said, are lived out daily. There is far more going on in the world than we ever imagine.
Writers were never meant to be professionals. Writing is not a profession, it is an activity, an essentially amateur occupation. It is what you do when you are not living.
Be bold, but not too bold. Have courage, but not too much.
Man seems not so much wicked as frail, unable to face pain, trouble and growing old. A good woman knows that nature is her enemy. Look at what it does to her.
I know truth is more like a mountain that has to be scaled. The peak of the mountain pierces the clouds and can only rarely be seen, and has never been reached. And what you see of it, moreover, depends upon the flank of the mountain you stand upon, and how exhausted getting even so far has made you. Virtue lies in looking upwards, toiling upwards, and sometimes joyously leaping from one precarious crag of fact and feeling to the next.
I know that I'm a real writer because sometimes I write a story just because I want to; not because someone's told me to.
Ask any woman in an arranged marriage. Love is the least stressful way out.
People fail you, children disappoint you, thieves break in, moths corrupt, but an Order of the British Empire goes on for ever.
Sound waves do not die out. They travel forever and forever. All our sentences are immortal. Our useless bleatings circle the universe for all eternity.
The desire for self-expression afflicts people when they feel there is something of themselves which is not getting through to the outside world.
I am not cynical. I am just old. I know what is going to happen next.
For that is what a child should be, and seldom is, the product of man and woman, of opposing natures, unified, however temporarily, by the amazing, circling, weaving dance of love and lust and God's involvement in it.
by and large, nothing is as bad as you fear, or as good as you hope.
No one should be allowed to give back the gift of life, unless they are very old and full of tears, when the body outlives the spirit, when they should be allowed to join the others who've already gone.