161 Quotes by Fay Weldon

Are you sure you wouldn’t like some toast, Phyllis? Toast is one of the triumphs of our civilisation. It must be made with very fresh bread, thickly cut; then toasted very quickly and buttered at once, so the butter is half-melted. Unsalted butter, of course; you sprinkle it with salt afterwards. Sea salt, preferably.

Take me! Well, not quite take me, love me now, take me eventually.

For that is what a child should be, and seldom is, the product of man and woman, of opposing natures, unified, however temporarily, by the amazing, circling, weaving dance of love and lust and God’s involvement in it.

We discuss things, rather than ideas; we exchange information, not theories; we keep ourselves steady by thinking about the particular. The general is frightening.

All mothers love their own children as best they can, according to their temperament and circumstances, and all mothers should have done better, in their children’s eyes, when the going gets tough for the children.

There was no such thing as defeat if you didn’t accept it.

I didn’t even know I was a feminist until I read it on the back of one of my own books.

Women have always tried to make themselves attractive to men, and you’re not going to change a thing like that in a hurry. Look around you. All the women nicely groomed and attractive and good-looking, and the men no better than fat slugs, for the most part, or skinny runts. Unshaved and smelly as often as not. They get away with everything, men. They can do every disgusting thing they like and no one ever says a thing.

If infinity is as they describe it, all things are not just possible but in the end certain...