I would. . . go up to the mailbox and sit in the grass, waiting. . . . … - Alice Munro

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Women can be vivacious. We are allowed more varieties of facial expression and gestures. Men must be rocklike.

Alice Munro

I would. . . go up to the mailbox and sit in the grass, waiting. . . . Till it came to me one day there were women doing this with their lives, all over. There were women just waiting and waiting by mailboxes for one letter or another. I imagined me making this journey day after day and year after year, and my hair starting to go gray, and I thought, I was never made to go on like that. . . . If there were woman all through life waiting, and women busy and not waiting, I knew which I had to be.

Busy, Came, Hair, Journey, Letter, Years

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As a matter of fact she does not know to this day if those words were spoken, or if he only caught her, wound his arms around her, held her so tightly, with such continual, changing pressures that it seemed more than two arms were needed, that she was surrounded by him, his body strong and light, demanding and renouncing all at once, as if he was telling her she was wrong to give up on him, everything was possible, but then again that she was not wrong, he meant to stam himself on her and go. " "Passion

Body, Continual, Giving Up, Passion, Strong

Sometimes I get the start of a story from a memory, an anecdote, but that gets lost and is usually unrecognizable in the final story.

Anecdote, Anecdotes, Final, Memories, Story, Writing

I have never kept diaries. I just remember a lot and am more self-centered than most people.

Diaries, People, Remember, Self

A story is not like a road to followit's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside it altered by being viewed from these windows.

House, Like, Road, Stories, Wandering, World

Luck took me right out of myself - I read it in one gulp, and it never let me down. Sharp and surprising but always responsible, no tricks for tricks' sake; so satisfying, with its shifting and puzzles. So much fiction turns out to be diversion, in spite of fancy claims, and doesn't really look at anything. Well - this does.

Gulp, Luck, Sake, Shifting, Surprising