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 carried off to myself. ...I was ready for them, committed to all the reading I could give them...
Eudora WeltyThe art that speaks [truth] most unmistakably, most directly, most variously, most fully, is fiction.
Eudora WeltyThe difficulty that accompanies you is less like the dark than a trusted lantern to see your way by.
Eudora WeltyI don't know whether I could do either one, reading or writing, without the other
Eudora WeltyTo write honestly and with all our powers is the least we can do, and the most.
Eudora WeltyTags: writing
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 WeltyA hidden mussel was blowing bubbles like a spring through the sand where his boot was teasing the water. It was the little pulse of bubbles and not himself or herself that was the moment for her then; and he could have already departed and she could have already wept, and it would have been the same, as she stared at the little fountain rising so gently out of the shimmering sand. A clear love is in the world - this came to her as insistently as the mussel's bubbles through the water. There it was, existing there where they came and were beside it now. It is in the bubble in the water in the river, and it has its own changing and its mysteries of days and nights, and it does not care how we come and go.
Eudora WeltyTags: at-the-landing
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 WeltyTags: at-the-landing
For her life, any life, she had to believe, was nothing but the continuity of its love.
Eudora WeltyOnce you're into a story everything seems to apply- what you overhear on a city bus is exactly what your character would say on the page you're writing. Wherever you go, you meet a part of your story. I guess you're tuned in for it, and the right things are sort of magnetized.
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