Fay Weldon Quotes
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There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow.
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People give us credit only for what we ourselves believe.
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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.
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The greatest things are accomplished by individual people, not by committees or companies.
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I like sex. I've had feedback but men will feed you back anything, won't they?
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We shelter children for a time; we live side by side with men; and that is all. We owe them nothing, and are owed nothing. I think we owe our friends more, especially our female friends.
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Go to work on an egg.
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Men are irrelevant.
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Nothing happens, and nothing happens, and then everything happens.
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The desire for self-expression afflicts people when they feel there is something of themselves which is not getting through to the outside world.
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I wonder if my shrink (sorry, psychiatrist) was a woman not a man I'd be in a better or worse state?
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No one could be more happy than a man who has never known affliction.
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I love acting. It is so much more real than life.
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Young women especially have something invested in being nice people, and it's only when you have children that you realise you're not a nice person at all, but generally a selfish bully.
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Only one thing registers on the subconscious mind: repetitive application - practice. What you practice is what you manifest.
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One sort of believes in recycling. But one believes in it as a kind of palliative to the gods.
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Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away.
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Widows tend either to fade away when husbands die, committing emotional suttee, or else find that a new life burgeons. Here in Christchurch, a lot of burgeoning goes on.
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Fortunately, there is more to life than death. There is for one thing, fiction. A thousand thousand characters to be sent marching out into the world to divert time from its forward gallop to the terrible horizon.