She had the loaded handbag of someone who camps out and seldom goes home, or who imagines life must be full of… — Mavis Gallant Copy Share Image
All lives are interesting; no one life is more interesting than another. Its fascination depends on how much is revealed, and in… — Mavis Gallant Copy Share Image
“My mother has lived every day of her life as if it were preparation for some kind of crisis.” — Mavis Gallant Copy Share Image
Decide what the rest of your life is to be. Whatever you are now, you might be forever. — Mavis Gallant Copy Share Image
A writer's life stands in relation to his work as a house does to a garden, related but distinct. — Mavis Gallant Copy Share Image
“She could have lived in comfort, but I doubt if it occurred to her to try.” — Mavis Gallant Copy Share Image
I began to ration my writing, for fear I would dream through life as my father had done. I was afraid I… — Mavis Gallant Copy Share Image
No one is as real to me as people in the novel. It grows like a living thing. When I realize they… — Mavis Gallant Copy Share Image
Against the sustained tick of a watch, fiction takes the measure of a life, a season, a look exchanged, the turning point,… — Mavis Gallant Copy Share Image
“If your life isn't exactly the way you want it to be by the time you are forty-five," said Walter's father, whom… — Mavis Gallant Copy Share Image
Like every other form of art, literature is no more and nothing less than a matter of life and death. The only… — Mavis Gallant Copy Share Image
“Like his father, like Jules Renard, he had been carried along the slow, steady swindle of history and experience.” — Mavis Gallant Copy Share
“Converts have it soft," said Mary. "They come to it late, without ever having had the Devil under the bed. They sail in and… — Mavis Gallant Copy Share
“If your life isn't exactly the way you want it to be by the time you are forty-five," said Walter's father, whom he admired,… — Mavis Gallant Copy Share
All lives are interesting; no one life is more interesting than another. Its fascination depends on how much is revealed, and in what manner. — Mavis Gallant Copy Share
I believed that if I was to call myself a writer, I should live on writing. If I could not live on it, even… — Mavis Gallant Copy Share
[My father] had spent his own short time like a priest in charge of a relic, forever expecting the blessed blood to liquefy. — Mavis Gallant Copy Share
“There is a term for people caught on a street crossing after the light has changed: "pedestrian-traffic residue".” — Mavis Gallant Copy Share
Like every other form of art, literature is no more and nothing less than a matter of life and death. The only question worth… — Mavis Gallant Copy Share
I write every day as a matter of course It is not a burden. It is the way I live. — Mavis Gallant Copy Share
No one is as real to me as people in the novel. It grows like a living thing. When I realize they do not… — Mavis Gallant Copy Share
“My mother has lived every day of her life as if it were preparation for some kind of crisis.” — Mavis Gallant Copy Share
Against the sustained tick of a watch, fiction takes the measure of a life, a season, a look exchanged, the turning point, desire as… — Mavis Gallant Copy Share
I wanted to live in Paris and write nothing but fiction and be perfectly free. I had decided all this had to be settled… — Mavis Gallant Copy Share
