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“In this oblique way, she began to sense what went to the makings of Miss Brodie who had elected herself to grace in so particular a way and with more exotic suicidal enchantment than if she had simply taken to drink like other spinsters who couldn't stand it any more.”
― Muriel Spark, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie

“Her words depressed him. They were like spilt sugar; however much you swept it up some grains would keep grinding under your feet.”
― Muriel Spark, Memento Mori

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― Muriel Spark, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie

“Sandy felt warmly towards Miss Brodie at these times when she saw how she was misled in her idea of Rose. It was then that Miss Brodie looked beautiful and fragile, just as dark heavy Edinburgh itself could suddenly be changed into a floating city when the light was a special pearly white and fell upon one of the gracefully fashioned streets. In the same way Miss Brodie's masterful features became clear and sweet to Sandy when viewed in the curious light of the woman's folly, and she never felt more affection for her in her later years than when she thought upon Miss Brodie silly.”
― Muriel Spark, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie