If you remember your past too well you start blaming your present for it. Look what they did to me, that's what caused me to be like this, it's not my fault. Permit me to correct you: it probably is your fault. And kindly spare me the details.

The land of embarrassment and breakfast.

He didn’t really like travel, of course. He liked the idea of travel, and the memory of travel, but not travel itself.

Later on in life, you expect a bit of rest, don't you? You think you deserve it. I did, anyway. But then you begin to understand that the reward of merit is not life's business.

Love is just a system for getting someone to call you darling after sex.

Alice Munro can move characters through time in a way that no other writer can.

Very few of my characters are based on people I've known. It is too constricting.