Fay Weldon CBE FRSL (b. September 22, 1931) is an English author, essayist and playwright, whose work has been associated with feminism. In her fiction, Weldon typically portrays contemporary women who find themselves trapped in oppressive situations caused by the patriarchal structure of British society. (Click here for full Wikipedia article)
A 'weakness,' I now realize, is nothing but a strength not properly developed.
A woman's body works as if it knew something she didn't, and does not have her best interests at heart.
Agree with your accusers, loudly and clearly. They will shut up sooner.
Ambition will, and should, always outstrip achievement.
Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away.
Because one cause is bad does not make the opposing cause good.
By and large, nothing is as bad as you fear, or as good as you hope.
Every time you open your wardrobe, you look at your clothes and you wonder what you are going to wear. What you are really saying is 'Who am I going to be today?'
Food is the supremest of pleasures.
Guilt to motherhood is like grapes to wine.
Hell is not other people. Hell is no other people.
I am an ordinary person, but carried to extremes.
I am not cynical. I am just old. I know what is going to happen next.
If infinity is as they describe it, all things are not just possible but in the end certain.
If you do nothing unexpected, nothing unexpected happens.
If you put a woman in a man's position, she will be more efficient, but no more kind.
Instinct' usually just means our conditioning to believe this or believe that, without thinking to investigate.
Marriage is what happens when one at least of the partners doesn't want the other to get away.
Memory is so selective; wishful thinking presses it into service all the time.
Men are irrelevant. Women are happy or unhappy, fulfilled or unfulfilled, and it has nothing to do with men.
Moaning men are no fun.
Much sheer effort goes into avoiding the truth; left to itself, it sweeps in like the tide.
Of course you have to believe in destiny; that everything is sheer chance is an intolerable notion.
People fail you, children disappoint you, thieves break in, moths corrupt, but an Order of the British Empire goes on for ever.
People give us credit only for what we ourselves believe.
Preserve your peace of mind. There is not much time; all things end in death. Do not lament the past too much, or fear the future too acutely, ot waste too much energy on other peoples' woes, in case the present dissolves altogether.
Pride is what you can afford or think you can afford.
Prudence says one thing, desire says another, and I'd rather go with desire any time.
The prophets of doom, in my experience, are generally ignored and usually right.
There seems to be a general overall pattern in most lives, that nothing happens, and nothing happens, and then all of a sudden everything happens.
There was no such thing as defeat if you didn't accept it.
What makes women happy? Nothing, for more than ten minutes at a time, so stop worrying.
Words are not simple things: they take unto themselves, as they have through time, power and meaning.