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 McCarthyTag: 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 McCarthyIn 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 McCarthyTag: perspective religion understanding-oneself-and-others
What's the use of falling in love if you both remain inertly as you were?
Mary McCarthyTag: love
Every word she writes is a lie, including ‘and’ and ‘the’."
(on Lillian Hellman)
She considered [her] life, which had not been a life but only a sort of greeting, a Hello There.
Mary McCarthyTag: the-group
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