love of truth, ordinary common truth recognizable to everyone, is the ruling passion of the novel.
Mary McCarthyThe fact is that gardening, more than most of our other activities except sometimes love-making, confronts us with the inexplicable.
Mary McCarthyIt [Socialism] was a kind of political hockey played by big, gaunt, dyspeptic girls in pants.
Mary McCarthyThe only form of action open to a child is to break something or strike someone, its mother or another child; it cannot cause things to happen in the world.
Mary McCarthy