Top 250 Lionel Shriver Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “Likewise, the simple adjacency of warm bodies supplies the deepest of animal comfort.”

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152. “Kevin folded his arms and looked satisfied; I had gone back to playing Mother. “I knew exactly what I was doing.” He leaned onto his elbows. “And I’d do it again.” “I.”

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153. “Are we talking a white dress and reception? Because I’ve been to loads of weddings, and I’ve had it. Friends resent the plane tickets and hotel bills; the happy couple resents the catering. Both parties think they’re doing the other a huge favor. The hoo-ha is over before you know it, and all anyone’s got to show for it is a hangover. Weddings are a racket, and the only people who profit are florists and bartenders.”

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154. “It wasn’t that eating was so great – it wasn’t – but that nothing was great. Eating being merely okay still put it head and shoulders above everything that was decidedly less than okay.”

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155. “Giving anyone anything takes courage, since so many presents backfire. A gift conspicuously at odds with your tastes serves only to betray that the benefactor has no earthly clue who you are.”

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156. “Picture how bitterly hordes of the frustrated, disappointed, and dispossessed would greet any complaint about being too satisfied and too wealthy. Be that as it may, it really isn’t a very nice sensation not to want anything. Thwarted hopes are no picnic, but desire itself is energizing.”

— Lionel Shriver

157. “How much kinder it would have been, to turn off, like an appliance. The gradual, drawn-out corruption of the body while its host was still trapped inside was a torture of a sort they would have contrived at Guantanamo, or Bergen-Belsen. Every old age was an Edgar Allan Poe story.”

— Lionel Shriver

158. “Speak of the devil. Luella had wandered in wearing what might once have been a stylish frock, but the hem was shredded from her having torn at it, and the sky-blue fabric was encrusted with food. The bloop of her stomach echoed the bulge of an adult diaper at the rear. Carter had grown accustomed to this decayed incarnation of his father’s second wife, but fifteen years earlier the shock had been profound.”

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159. “I have reflected on the fact that for most of us, there is a hard, impassable barrier between the most imaginatively detailed depravity and its real-life execution.”

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160. “The feeling was not of being attractive precisely, but rather of not having to entertain. It was breathtaking: to be ensconced in another person’s company, yet to be relieved of the relentless minute-by-minute obligation to redeem one’s existence – for there is some sense in which socially we are all on the Late Show, grinning, throwing off nervous witticisms, and crossing our legs, as a big hook behind the curtains lurks in the wings.”

— Lionel Shriver

161. “I wondered if that wasn’t the answer to the mystery, countrywide. It wasn’t that eating was so great-it wasn’t-but that nothing was great. Eating being merely okay still put it head and shoulders above everything else that was decidedly less than okay.”

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162. “Mourning the death of strangers is a blunted butter knife experience, bearing no resemblance to the slicing, machete-like bereavement of losing someone you know.”

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163. “After all, a forgivable shyness and social discomfort could easily be mistaken for their more aggressive counterparts: aloofness and hostility.”

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164. “Someone had to insert a note of peevishness into this hellishly halcyon Keep Calm and Carry On. Generating some reputable resentment, giving voice to the free-floating outrage that imbued their environs like smoke from a burnt dinner – it was a job to do, as Avery’s tireless goodwill was a job. With corresponding self-sacrifice, he’d taken on the less glamorous task of reminding the rest that this sucked, it all sucked, it wasn’t fair!”

— Lionel Shriver

165. “Maybe the greatest favour a spouse can tender is to overlook what you can’t.”

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166. “To the degree that Lawrence’s face was familiar, it was killingly so – as if she had been gradually getting to know him for over nine years and then, bang, he was known.”

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167. “If I was ever glad to have gone, I was never glad to go.”

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168. “The Web, the great time-killer that had replaced conspicuously passive television with its seductive illusion of productivity.”

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169. “Precocious was not the same as smart, much less the same as wise, and the perfect opposite of informed – since the more you prided yourself on knowing already the less you listened and the less you learned.”

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170. “Real poverty is about doing what you have to do as opposed to what you want.”

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171. “I’d no idea that you’d prove such an able apprentice. You were sure to be a journalist, in which case the chances were terribly high that you’d also be a prat.”

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172. “Infants have great intuition, because intuition’s about all they’ve got.”

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173. “Once I was no longer fussing with my coat, he said, “You may be fooling the neighbors and the guards and Jesus and your gaga mother with these goody-goody visits of yours, but you’re not fooling me. Keep it up if you want a gold star. But don’t be dragging your ass back here on my account.” Then he added, “Because I hate you.” I.”

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174. “You had bought us some other family’s dream house.”

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175. “Just because you learn something in adulthood doesn’t mean it’s fake.”

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176. “The moving parts of the house were all silent, its surfaces smooth. The closet doors had no handles. None of the woodwork had fixtures. Drawers had gentle indents. The kitchen cabinets pushed open and shut with a click. Franklin, the whole house was on Zoloft. You.”

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177. “No, this mother purled about her duties like a bubbling brook, and any number of stones hurled at her eddies sank with a harmless rattle to her bed.”

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178. “Complacency has a way of restoring itself of its own accord.”

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179. “Incredibly, the self-starved never appear capable of taking any pleasure in the very vessel for which they’ve sacrificed.”

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180. “Individually, the experience of most people was of accelerating impotence and incomprehension. They lived in a world of superstition. They relied on voodoo – charms, fetishes, and crystal balls whose caprices they were helpless to govern, yet without which the conduct of daily life came to a standstill. Faith that the computer would switch on one more time and do as it was asked had more a religious than a rational cast. When the screen went black, the gods were angry.”

— Lionel Shriver

181. “Other people savor the symmetry of opposites.”

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182. “His weight makes him a social pariah. It reduces the likelihood he’ll remarry. It has grave implications for his health. But it isn’t evil. Just like all that exercise of yours has nothing to do with being good. I know you think it does. It makes you feel good, and feel good about yourself, and feel superior to people who slob around all day. But it’s mostly a waste of time that doesn’t do anything for anybody else but you.”

— Lionel Shriver

183. “This pervasive craving to be recognized as special amounted to an abdication of power, an outsourcing of your core responsibilities. I spurned the fawning of strangers, but I did feel special to myself. I had found that “feeling special” was a private experience, and no one else’s projected fascination could substitute for quiet absorption in your own life.”

— Lionel Shriver

184. “Economics is closer to religion than science.”

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185. “This is a dynamic particular to encounters with male drivers, who seem to grow all the more indignant the more completely they are in the wrong. I think the emotional reasoning, if you can call it that, is transitive: You make me feel bad; feeling mad makes me mad; ergo, you make me mad.”

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186. “So sturdy and solid, so wide, so thick, none of that delicate wristy business of my imaginings. Built like an oak tree, against which I could pitch my pillow and read; mornings, I could curl into the crook of your branches.”

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187. “He could see how this liberating condition could grow progressive. How in the face of an end game there was virtually no limit to what did not matter. Returned.”

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188. “We need to recognise that slowing population growth is one of the most cost-effective and reliable ways of easing pressure on our environment and securing a sustainable future for us all.”

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189. “And Lawrence was afraid of the main thing. He had a tendency to talk feverishly all around the main thing, as if bundling it with twine. Presumably if he talked in circles around the main thing for long enough it would lie there, vanquished, panting on its side, like a roped steer.”

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190. “We shared a sympathetic look, mutually marveling that kids who commit grown-up crimes still have their little-boy sweet tooth.”

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191. “I can only assume that he discovered what I never wish to. That there is no barrier.”

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192. “I may have spent long enough in your orbit to have absorbed your ferocious conviction that a happy family cannot be a mere myth or that even if it is, better to die trying for the fine if unattainable than sulking in passive, cynical resignation that hell is other people you’re related to.”

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193. “One of the things I learned with Charles,” said Gray carefully, “was that finding someone like you does not necessarily mean that either of you should be that way.”

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194. “It’s just, people throwing around fashionable lingo think they’re so hip and imaginative. But you can’t be hip and imaginative. You can be unhip and imaginative, or hip and conformist.”

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195. “At some point there was no almost.”

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196. “Only in retrospect do I appreciate that this “doing your bit” is a deadly misapprehension of the nature of familial ties. Better understanding them now, I find blood relationships rather frightening. What is wonderful about kinship is also what is horrible about it: there is no line in the sand, no natural limit to what these people can reasonably expect of you.”

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197. “I did not love running. Here’s a pointer for you: no one does. They pretend to, but they are lying. The only good part is having run. In the moment, it’s dull and hard as in effortful but not as in difficult to master. It’s repetitive. It does not open the floodgates of revelation, as I am you’ve been led to expect.”

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198. “Reading is an act of possession. You read it, you own it.”

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199. “Myself, after having not a child but this particular one, I couldn’t see how anyone could claim to love children in the generic any more that anyone could credibly claim to love people in a sufficiently sweeping sense as to embrace Pol Pot, Don Rickles, and an upstairs neighbor who does 2,000 jumping jacks at three in the morning.”

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200. “There’s no better way to get people to cooperate in this country than by seeming a little unhinged.”

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