For years and years I thought that stories were just practice, till I got time to write a novel.
Alice MunroPots can show malice, the patterns of linoleum can leer up at you, treachery is the other side of dailiness.
Alice MunroYou think that would have changed things? The answer is of course, and for a while, and never.
Alice MunroI 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.
Alice Munro