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2e736c6 All serious daring starts from within. Eudora Welty
9c9f80a Indeed, learning to write may be part of learning to read. For all I know, writing comes out of a superior devotion to reading. reading writing learning inspirational devotion Eudora Welty
6e2bc00 It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming up of themselves like grass. Yet regardless of where they come from, I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them -- with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and c.. literature reading writing inspiration storytelling creativity Eudora Welty
7de5176 Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them. I suppose it's an early form of participation in what goes on. Listening children know stories are there. When their elders sit and begin, children are just waiting and hoping for one to come out, like a mouse from its hole. writing eudora-welty storytelling listening Eudora Welty
3b495ba I am a writer who came from a sheltered life. A sheltered life can be a daring life as well. For all serious daring starts from within. Eudora Welty
523ab58 Through travel I first became aware of the outside world; it was through travel that I found my own introspective way into becoming a part of it. travel Eudora Welty
68340c9 People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacinths. Eudora Welty
7a455ff She read Dickens in the same spirit she would have eloped with him. reading entrancement elopement charles-dickens Eudora Welty
12b45c6 The mystery in how little we know of other people is no greater than the mystery of how much, Laurel thought. Eudora Welty
6cbb458 It is our inward journey that leads us through time - forward or back, seldom in a straight line, most often spiraling. Each of us is moving, changing, with respect to others. As we discover, we remember; remembering, we discover; and most intensely do we experience this when our separate journeys converge. Our living experience at those meeting points is one of the charged dramatic fields of fiction. Eudora Welty
d990a2e Each day the storm clouds were opening like great purple flowers and pouring out their dark thunder. Each nightfall, the storm was laid down on their houses like a burden the day had carried. Eudora Welty
c063aa0 I read library books as fast as I could go, rushing them home in the basket of my bicycle. From the minute I reached our house, I started to read. Every book I seized on, from "Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue at Camp Rest-a-While" to "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea," stood for the devouring wish to read being instantly granted. I knew this was bliss, knew it at the time. Taste isn't nearly so important; it comes in its own time." Eudora Welty
22c0bd3 She was sent to sleep under a velvety cloak of words, richly patterned and stitched with gold, straight out of a fairy tale, while they went reading on into her dreams. Eudora Welty
d8ab8b2 The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order, a timetable not necessarily--perhaps not possibly--chronological. The time as we know it subjectively is often the chronology that stories and novels follow: it is the continuous thread of revelation. Eudora Welty
8f6bf28 Laurel could not see her face but only the back of her neck, the most vulnerable part of anybody, and she thought: Is there any sleeping person you can be entirely sure you have not misjudged? Eudora Welty
2a5d5c8 All experience is an enrichment rather than an impoverishment. Eudora Welty
db19cb8 And perhaps it didn't matter to them, not always, what they read aloud; it was the breath of life flowing between them, and the words of the moment riding on it that held them in delight. Between some two people every word is beautiful, or might as well be beautiful. Eudora Welty
d8774bf For her life, any life, she had to believe, was nothing but the continuity of its love. Eudora Welty
4c50b80 For the source of the short story is usually lyrical. And all writers speak from, and speak to, emotions eternally the same in all of us: love, pity, terror do not show favorites or leave any of us out. writing short-stories Eudora Welty
01ad326 Great fiction shows us not how to conduct our behavior but how to feel. Eventually, it may show us how to face our feelings and face our actions and to have new inklings about what they mean. A good novel of any year can initiate us into our own new experience. fiction Eudora Welty
cdde20c Making reality real is art's responsibility. It is a practical assignment, then, a self-assignment: to achieve, by a cultivated sensitivity for observing life, a capacity for receiving impressions, a lonely, unremitting, unaided, unaidable vision, and transferring this vision without distortion to it onto the pages of a novel, where, if the reader is so persuaded, it will turn into the reader's illusion. writing Eudora Welty
3a092a6 I'm a great reader that never has time to read. time reading free-time readers Eudora Welty
e3b9427 Don't give anybody up. . . or leave anybody out. . . . There's room for everything, and time for everybody, if you take your day the way it comes along and try not to be much later than you can help."--Spoken by Jack to Gloria" Eudora Welty
4fa4b1c Writing is an expression of the writer's own peculiar personality, could not help being so. Yet in reading great works one feels that the finished piece transcends the personal. All writers great and small must sometimes have felt that they have become part of what they wrote even more than it still remains a part of them. writing Eudora Welty
2343e3e Then the light changed the water, until all about them the woods in the rising wind seemed to grow taller and blow inward together and suddenly turn dark. The rain struck heavily. A huge tail seemed to lash through the air and the river broke in a wound of silver. the-wide-net mississippi-writers mississippi-authors Eudora Welty
0274f43 Art, though, is never the voice of a country; it is an even more precious thing, the voice of the individual, doing its best to speak, not comfort of any sort, but truth. And the art that speaks it most unmistakably, most directly, most variously, most fully, is fiction; in particular, the novel. fiction writing novels Eudora Welty
9c1e41e Human life is fiction's only theme. fiction writing Eudora Welty
99e4ccf At their very feet had been the river. The boat came breasting out of the mist, and in they stepped. All new things in life were meant to come like that. Eudora Welty
9b4b880 It's always taken a lot out of me, being smart. intelligence smarts Eudora Welty
0052850 Both reading and writing are experiences--lifelong-- in the course of which we who encounter words used in certain ways are persuaded by them to be brought mind and heart within the presence, the power, of the imagination. reading writing Eudora Welty
1d8ff60 I learned from the age of two or three that any room in our house, at any time of day, was there to read in, or be read to. reading writing creativity Eudora Welty
782b4ce It's all right, I want to say to the students who write to me, for things to be what they appear to be, and for words to mean what they say. It's all right, too, for words and appearances to mean more than one thing--ambiguity is a fact of life. Eudora Welty
2cc1ece You know, sir, this operation is not, in any hands, a hundred percent predictable?" "Well, I'm an optimist." "I didn't know there were any more such animals," said Dr. Courtland. "Never think you've seen the last of anything," Eudora Welty
9ab55c8 At the sting in her eyes, she remembered for him that there must be no tears in his. Eudora Welty
0aa5422 The novelist works neither to correct nor to condone, not at all to comfort, but to make what's told alive. writing novelist Eudora Welty
5cbaec2 I don't know whether I could do either one, reading or writing, without the other Eudora Welty
f25d104 The first act of insight is throw away the labels. In fiction, while we do not necessarily write about ourselves, we write out of ourselves, using ourselves; what we learn from, what we are sensitive to, what we feel strongly about--these become our characters and go to make our plots. Characters in fiction are conceived from within, and they have, accordingly, their own interior life; they are individuals every time. writing Eudora Welty
698a07e We do need to bring to our writing, over and over again, all the abundance we possess. To be able, to be ready, to enter into the minds and hearts of our own people, all of them, to comprehend them (us) and then to make characters and plots in stories that in honesty and with honesty reveal them (ourselves) to us, in whatever situation we live through in our own times: this is the continuing job, and it's no harder now than it ever was, I s.. writing writers Eudora Welty
de296bf No blur of inexactness, no cloud of vagueness, is allowable in good writing; from the first seeing to the last putting down, there must be steady lucidity and uncompromise of purpose. writing Eudora Welty
079f580 For there is hate as well as love, she supposed, in the coming together and continuing of our lives. Eudora Welty
70a50a7 Even as we grew up, my mother could not help imposing herself between her children and whatever it was they might take it in mind to reach out for in the world. For she would get it for them, if it was good enough for them--she would have to be very sure--and give it to them, at whatever cost to herself: valiance was in her very fibre. She stood always prepared in herself to challenge the world in our place. She did indeed tend to make the .. Eudora Welty
c377ec5 She would like to tell him some strange beautiful thing, if she could speak at all, something to make him speak. Communication would be telling something that is all new, so as to have more of the new told back. Eudora Welty
0f7f9c3 Up home we loved a good storm coming, we'd fly outdoors and run up and down to meet it," her mother used to say. "We children would run as fast as we could go along the top of that mountain when the wind was blowing, holding our arms right open. The wilder it blew the better we liked it." Eudora Welty
92bcf01 When somebody, no matter who, gives everything, it makes people feel ashamed for him. Eudora Welty
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