The human mind can bear plenty of reality but not too much unintermittent gloom.
The Realms of Gold (1975; New York: Ivy Books, 1989) p. 140
The middle years, caught between children and parents, free of neither: the past stretches back too densely, it is too thickly populated, the future has not yet thinned out.
The Middle Ground (New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1980) p. 185
Men and women can never be close. They can hardly speak to one another in the same language. But are compelled, forever, to try, and therefore even in defeat there is no peace.
The Middle Ground (New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1980) p. 236
Family life itself, that safest, most traditional, most approved of female choices, is not a sanctuary: It is, perpetually, a dangerous place.
"The Limits of Mother Love", in The New York Times Book Review, March 31, 1985
England's not a bad country. It's just a mean, cold, ugly, divided, tired, clapped-out, post-imperial, post-industrial slag-heap covered in polystyrene hamburger cartons.
A Natural Curiosity (New York: Viking, 1989) p. 308
I confidently predict the collapse of capitalism and the beginning of history. Something will go wrong in the machinery that converts money into money, the banking system will collapse totally, and we will be left having to barter to stay alive. Those who can dig in their garden will have a better chance than the rest. I'll be all right; I've got a few veg.