You can date the evolving life of a mind, like the age of a tree, by the rings of friendship formed by the expanding central trunk.
Mary McCarthyLife is a system of recurrent pairs, the poison and the antidote being eternally packaged together by some considerate heavenly druggist.
Mary McCarthyStichwörter: from-cabbage-bones-anthology
We are the hero of our own story.
Mary McCarthyWe all live in suspense from day to day; in other words you are the hero of your own story.
Mary McCarthyA novelist is an elephant, but an elephant who must pretend to forget.
Mary McCarthyStichwörter: novelist elephant
In violence we forget who we are.
Mary McCarthyI really tried, or so I thought, to avoid lying, but it seemed to me that they forced it on me by the difference in their vision of things, so that I was always transposing reality for them into something they could understand.
Mary McCarthyStichwörter: perspective religion understanding-oneself-and-others
What's the use of falling in love if you both remain inertly as you were?
Mary McCarthyStichwörter: love
Every word she writes is a lie, including ‘and’ and ‘the’."
(on Lillian Hellman)
Stichwörter: lies authors insults
She considered [her] life, which had not been a life but only a sort of greeting, a Hello There.
Mary McCarthyStichwörter: the-group
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