“The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order.” — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“I am a writer who came from a sheltered life. A sheltered life can be a daring life as well. For all… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
A sheltered life can be a daring life as well. For all serious daring starts from within. — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
I am a writer who came of a sheltered life. A sheltered life can be a daring life as well. For all… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“For her life, any life, she had to believe, was nothing but the continuity of its love.” — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“Don’t ever let this husband of yours, whoever he is, know you can cook, Dabney Fairchild, or you’ll spend the rest of… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Writing a story or a novel is one way of discovering sequence in experience, of stumbling upon cause and effect in the… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Characters take on life sometimes by luck, but I suspect it is when you can write more entirely out of yourself, inside… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
I believe in it, and I trust it too and treasure it above everything, the personal, the personal, the personal! I put… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“It's all right, I want to say to the students who write to me, for things to be what they appear to… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“At their very feet had been the river. The boat came breasting out of the mist, and in they stepped. All new… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“And perhaps it didn't matter to them, not always, what they read aloud; it was the breath of life flowing between them,… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“For every book here she had heard their voices, father's and mother's. And perhaps it didn't matter to them, not always, what… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“Like Phoenix, you work all your life to find your way, through all the obstructions and the false appearances and the upsets… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“All children in those small-town, unhurried days had a vast inner life going on in the movies. Children were allowed to go… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
I believe the alphabet is no longer considered an essential piece of equipment for traveling through life. In my day it was… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
The writing of a novel is taking life as it already exists, not to report it but to make an object, toward… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Making reality real is art's responsibility. It is a practical assignment, then, a self-assignment: to achieve, by a cultivated sensitivity for observing… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
It's the form it takes when it comes out the other side, of course, that gives a story something unique--its life. The… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“His (my father's) general belief in life's well-being worked either way. 'Have you ever had it before? You have? It's not going… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“It took the mountain top, it seems to me now, to give me the sensation of independence. It was as if I'd… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“It was not my intention - it never was - to invent a character who should speak for me, the author, in… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“In real life I fell easily under the spell of all traveling artists. En route to New Orleans, entertainments of many kinds… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“Through learning at my later date things I hadn't known, or had escaped or possibly feared realizing, about my parents - and… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“I painlessly came to realize that the reverence I felt for the holiness of life is not ever likely to be entirely… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“The characters who go to make up my stories and novels are not portraits. Characters I invent along with the story that… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“The camera was a hand-held auxiliary of wanting-to-know. It had more than information and accuracy to teach me. I learned in the… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“Writing a story or a novel is one way of discovering sequence in experience, of stumbling upon cause and effect in the… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“She (my mother) could still recite them (the poems) in full when she was lying helpless and nearly blind, in her bed, an old… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
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… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
Once 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… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“Two by two, I read library books as fast as I could go, rushing them home in the basket of my bicycle. From the… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“When somebody, no matter who, gives everything, it makes people feel ashamed for him.” — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“Daydreaming had started me on the way; but story writing, once I was truly in its grip, took me and shook me awake.” — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“All children in those small-town, unhurried days had a vast inner life going on in the movies. Children were allowed to go without chaperone… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“At the sting in her eyes, she remembered for him that there must be no tears in his.” — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“We do need to bring to our writing, over and over again, all the abundance we possess. To be able, to be ready, to… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“When one of us (children) caught measles or whooping cough and we were isolated in bad upstairs, we wrote notes to each other perhaps… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“She (my mother) stood always prepared in herself to challenge the world in our place. She did indeed tend to make the world look… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“For there is hate as well as love, she supposed, in the coming together and continuing of our lives.” — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“In children's art class we sat in a ring of kindergarten chairs and drew three daffodils that had just been picked out of the… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
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 Copy Share
