She could see that to lose a sibling was hard: it could only seem unnatural:out of time, out of order, a vicious re-run of your own departure into nothingness. Fay Weldon More Quotes by Fay Weldon More Quotes From 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. Fay Weldon good-woman women pain Novelists... fashioning nets to sustain and support the reader as he falls helplessly through the chaos of his own existence. Fay Weldon support novelists fall 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. Fay Weldon hungry hate sex So much for the fruits of love. Love? What's love? Sex, ah, that's another thing. Love has babies: sex has abortions. Fay Weldon abortion baby sex I like sex. I've had feedback but men will feed you back anything, won't they? Fay Weldon feedback men sex 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. Fay Weldon hate men mean I wonder if my shrink (sorry, psychiatrist) was a woman not a man I'd be in a better or worse state? Fay Weldon sorry wonder men If I am a prolific writer and turn my hand, with what seems to some as indecent haste, from novels to screenplays to stage and radio plays, it is because there is so much to be said, so few of us to say it, and time runs out. Fay Weldon play running hands Much sheer effort goes into avoiding the truth; left to itself, it sweeps in like the tide. Fay Weldon tides effort acceptance Ambition will, and should, always outstrip achievement. Fay Weldon achievement ambition should 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 Weldon mourning suffering hair Style is what's there when you look at someone's writing and you know that they wrote it and nobody else did. Fay Weldon style writing looks A 'weakness,' I now realize, is nothing but a strength not properly developed. Fay Weldon shortcomings realizing weakness One must be careful with words. Words turn probabilities into facts and by sheer force of definition translate tendencies into habits. Fay Weldon definitions habit facts one tends to suspect others of what one is guilty of oneself. The unfaithful wife is quick to suspect the husband of infidelity. Fay Weldon infidelity wife husband Pride is what you can afford or think you can afford. Fay Weldon pride thinking Poverty is a stubborn thing: you seldom escape it with one bound. Fay Weldon bounds poverty stubborn 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. Fay Weldon light reality thinking Words are not simple things: they take unto themselves, as they have through time, power and meaning. Fay Weldon rough-times simple-things simple 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! Fay Weldon destiny men believe
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