Muriel Spark

((1918-2006))

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Dame Muriel Spark (1 February 1918 – 13 April 2006) was an award-winning Scottish novelist. In 2008 The Times newspaper named Spark in its list of "the 50 greatest British writers since 1945", at #8.

She was born Muriel Sarah Camberg in Edinburgh, the daughter of Sarah Elizabeth Maud (née Uezzell) and Bernard Camberg, an engineer. Her father was Jewish and her mother had been ... more »

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  • ''Give me a girl at an impressionable age, and she is mine for life!''
    Muriel Spark (b. 1918), British novelist. Miss Brodie, in The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, ch. 1 (1961).
  • To me education is a leading out of what is already there in the pupil's soul. To Miss Mackay it is a putting in of something that is not there, and that is not what I call education, I call it intrus...
    Muriel Spark (b. 1918), British novelist. Miss Brodie, in The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, ch. 2 (1961).
  • ''One's prime is elusive. You little girls, when you grow up, must be on the alert to recognize your prime at whatever time of your life it may occur. You must then live it to the full.''
    Muriel Spark (b. 1918), British novelist. Miss Brodie, in The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, ch. 1 (1961).
  • ''Art and religion first; then philosophy; lastly science. That is the order of the great subjects of life, that's their order of importance.''
    Muriel Spark (b. 1918), British novelist. Miss Brodie, in The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, ch. 2 (1961).
  • ''Being over seventy is like being engaged in a war. All our friends are going or gone and we survive amongst the dead and the dying as on a battlefield.''
    Muriel Spark (b. 1918), British novelist. Miss Taylor, in Memento Mori, ch. 4 (1959).
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The Lonely Shoe Lying On The Road

One sad shoe that someone has probably flung
out of a car or truck. Why only one?

This happens on an average one year
in four. But always throughout my
life, my travels, I see it like
a memorandum. Something I have
forgotten to remember,

that there are always
mysteries in life. That shoes
do not always go in pairs, any more
than we do. That one fits;
the other, not. That children can
thoughtlessly and in a merry fashion
chuck out someone's shoe, split up
someone's life.

But usually that shoe that I
see is...

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