One friend dies and we remain indifferent; another dies, perhaps less intimate, and we see ourselves as dead, and weep, mourn, tear our hair or find ourselves caught up in the madness of the wake, competing with others as to who was closest, now suffers most.
Fay WeldonFiction stretches our sensibilities and our understanding, as mere information never can.
Fay WeldonYou will find that women who are pregnant often don't want to be and women who aren't desperately envy those who are. Labour wards are always full of very punitive people.
Fay WeldonNovelists... fashioning nets to sustain and support the reader as he falls helplessly through the chaos of his own existence.
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