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By Anonym 15 Sep

Fay Weldon

The New Women! I could barely recognize them as being of the same sex as myself... They are satiated by everything, hungry for nothing. They are what I wanted to be; they are what I worked for them to be: and now I see them, I hate them.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fay Weldon

Curran was beautiful but perhaps a little mad.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fay Weldon

A brave little woman,’ said the vicar. ‘So many of our women are now left alone.’ And so they were. Those who in peacetime were expected to need male protection, in wartime were assumed to be able to manage perfectly well. And so they did.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

memory is so selective; wishful thinking presses it into service all the time.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fay Weldon

Writing is more than just the making of a series of comprehensible statements: it is the gathering in of connotations; the harvesting of them, like blackberries in a good season, ripe and heavy, snatched from among the thorns of logic.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fay Weldon

Ask any woman in an arranged marriage. Love is the least stressful way out.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

Poverty is a stubborn thing: you seldom escape it with one bound.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fay Weldon

The peculiar need to write is increased, it seems, rather than allayed with practice.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fay Weldon

When today's young woman says she isn't a feminist what she means is she isn't a lesbian and she doesn't hate men, she likes to wear make-up and she enjoys a laugh. In which she is no different from many an early feminist.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fay Weldon

Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Fay Weldon

Was this what she had shattered convention for; broken with her family, her friends? Everything she had ever known; doomed herself to eternal damnation, for the sake of what she had believed would be heaven on earth, and had turned out to be hell, here and now?

By Anonym 18 Sep

Fay Weldon

The future? Like the past, like the present. Little girls who lose their fathers cry all their lives. Hard to blame Edgar for her tears: no doubt she makes Edgar the cause of them. He says so often enough. Mona and Minne shall not lose their father, she is determined on it. She will cry now and for ever, so that Minnie and Mona can grow up to laugh — though no doubt their laughter, as they look back, will be tinged with pity, at best, and derision, at worst, for a mother who lives as theirs did. Minnie and Mona, saved from understanding. ("The Man With No Eyes")

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

Nowadays most people wear black most of the time anyway: go to a literary party and one would imagine everyone there was in perpetual mourning for their lives.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

The desire for self-expression afflicts people when they feel there is something of themselves which is not getting through to the outside world.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fay Weldon

The prophets of doom, in my experience, are generally ignored and usually right.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

One sort of believes in recycling. But one believes in it as a kind of palliative to the gods.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

Letters crossing in the post, unfamiliar tunes heard three times in one day, the way that blows of fate descend upon the same bowed shoulders, and the beams of good fortune glow perpetually upon the blessed. Fairy tales, as I said, are lived out daily. There is far more going on in the world than we ever imagine.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Fay Weldon

We make tactless remarks because we wish to hurt, break our legs because we do not wish to walk, marry the wrong man because we cannot let ourselves be happy, board the wrong train because we would prefer not to reach the destination.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

It is easier for the reader to judge, by a thousand times, than for the writer to invent. The writer must summon his Idea out of nowhere, and his characters out of nothing, and catch words as they fly, and nail them to the page. The reader has something to go by and somewhere to start from, given to him freely and with great generosity by the writer. And still the reader feels free to find fault.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fay Weldon

For that is what a child should be, and seldom is, the product of man and woman, of opposing natures, unified, however temporarily, by the amazing, circling, weaving dance of love and lust and God's involvement in it.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

One must be careful with words. Words turn probabilities into facts and by sheer force of definition translate tendencies into habits.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Fay Weldon

Whore,' he cried. Well, she was not his wife, yet she slept with him. She lived in sin. What else but a whore did that make her; and what did her whoredom make of Ben?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

Man seems not so much wicked as frail, unable to face pain, trouble and growing old. A good woman knows that nature is her enemy. Look at what it does to her.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

Novelists... fashioning nets to sustain and support the reader as he falls helplessly through the chaos of his own existence.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Fay Weldon

Frigid bitch,' he seizes her hair, pulls back her head. He is strong: she is helpless: if he wishes to rape her, he could, he would. It is in the air. The little girls fall quiet: terror silences them. Ben makes love to Lucy, these days, with hatred, not with love. The love he feels for her (and he does) weakens him, softens him, makes him impotent. He feels it. She is far from frigid: she is ashamed of her response to his violence: frightened of being out of her own control - if she not a mother? And mothers must be on duty day and night.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

My experience of men in cars has always been that if you don't want them to do something, they will. It is when they are behind a wheel that they most fear the control of women and children.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fay Weldon

Another thing that seems quite helpful to the creative process is having babies. It does not detract at all from one's creativity. It reminds one that there is always more where that came from and there is never any shortage of ideas or of the ability to create. The process of being pregnant and then of having the baby and getting up in the night only puts one more in touch with this fecund part of one's self.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Fay Weldon

Frigid bitch,' he seizes her hair, pulls back her head. He is strong: she is helpless: if he wishes to rape her, he could, he would. It is in the air. The little girls fall quiet: terror silences them. Ben makes love to Lucy, these days, with hatred, not with love. The love he feels for her (and he does) weakens him, softens him, makes him impotent. He feels it. She is far from frigid: she is ashamed of her response to his violence: frightened of being out of her own control - if she not a mother?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fay Weldon

Confidence is something one acquires. It can come early or late but it is impossible to write without it. Mine came late.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

Marriage is what happens when one at least of the partners doesn't want the other to get away.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fay Weldon

If infinity is as they describe it, all things are not just possible but in the end certain.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fay Weldon

Because one cause is bad does not make the opposing cause good.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fay Weldon

I know truth is more like a mountain that has to be scaled. The peak of the mountain pierces the clouds and can only rarely be seen, and has never been reached. And what you see of it, moreover, depends upon the flank of the mountain you stand upon, and how exhausted getting even so far has made you. Virtue lies in looking upwards, toiling upwards, and sometimes joyously leaping from one precarious crag of fact and feeling to the next.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fay Weldon

I have never got on with the quietist movements: they lapse too easily into self-congratulations: I have found the oneness, you have not. I prefer to look outside myself if I possibly can, not inside. Meditation reminds me too forcibly of being made to lie on a mat at nursery school and take an hour's nap.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Fay Weldon

Serena maintains today that as George grew older he also grew out of his mind. Many men do, in my experience. Life does not come up to their expectations: they grow older, and disappointed. At fifty they realise others have passed them by, made more money, won more respect. Their sexual drive fades and the self-esteem that goes with it. They take to litigation and shake their fists at other drivers.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fay Weldon

I am not cynical. I am just old. I know what is going to happen next.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fay Weldon

Because clearly the most amazing thing had happened: by some chance - no, the lover does not believe in chance, but destiny - destiny had arranged it so that the man and woman who had made the original whole, then somehow divided and separated by an angry God, had met up again, and now must reform the rightful, righteous whole. At once!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

No one seemed able to look at themselves, coolly, from the outside. Their reality was all that could be seen in the light cast ahead by their own wishful thinking.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fay Weldon

A 'weakness,' I now realize, is nothing but a strength not properly developed.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Fay Weldon

Of course men can’t know you when you’re unclean,’ said Hilda. ‘It says so in the Bible. That’s why it’s called the curse. It’s God’s punishment.’ ‘For what?’ ‘Giving Adam the apple, I suppose.’ ‘He didn’t have to eat it.’ ‘Yes he did. If someone offers you food, it’s only manners to take it. Why are you always so argumentative?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

Marriage is a very difficult relationship for nearly everyone and I'm sure you shouldn't do it if you want a quiet little easy life.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

Only one thing registers on the subconscious mind: repetitive application - practice. What you practice is what you manifest.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

I was seduced by secrets, which are to true love as artificial sweetener is to sugar, calorie-free but in the long run carcinogenic, not the real thing, and only a peculiar aftertaste in the mouth to tell you so, to warn you.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fay Weldon

A woman's body works as if it knew something she didn't, and does not have her best interests at heart. If you need to look your best it will deliver you a pimple; if you don't want it to, your period will start early; if you want a baby badly your body refuses to give you one; if you are content in your life, lo, you are pregnant.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fay Weldon

Writing is an act of generosity toward other people.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fay Weldon

guilt to motherhood is like grapes to wine

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

Poetry, I thought then, and still do, is a matter of space on the page interrupted by a few well-chosen words, to give them importance. Prose is a less grand affair which has to stretch to the edges of the page to be convincing.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

People hear what they want and expect to hear, not what is said.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

So much for the fruits of love. Love? What's love? Sex, ah, that's another thing. Love has babies: sex has abortions.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fay Weldon

I was always furious because you couldn't take out more than three books in one day. You would go home with your three books and read them and it would still be only five o'clock. The library didn't shut till half past, but you couldn't change the books till the next day.