“His plate was full but his fists sat motionless like two dark quartz stones on either side of it.” — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
He had the feeling that everything he saw was a broken-off piece of some giant blank thing that he had forgotten had… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
The mind serves best when it's anchored in the Word of God. There is no danger then of becoming an intellectual without… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
“His black hat sat on his head with a careful, placed expression and his face had a fragile look as if it… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
The type of mind that can understand good fiction is not necessarily the educated mind, but it is at all times the… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
Later he saw Jesus move from tree to tree in the back of his mind, a wild ragged figure motioning him to… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
He knew something was going to happen and his entire system was waiting on it. He thought it was going to be… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
“The lights drifted farther away the faster he ran and his feet moved numbly as if they carried him nowhere. The tide… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
He knew that he was the stuff of which fanatics and madmen are made and that he had turned his destiny as… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
The Catholic writer, in so far as he has the mind of the Church, will feel life from the standpoint of the… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
The grandmother didn't want to go to Florida. She wanted to visit some of her connections in east Tennessee and she was… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
Southern culture has fostered a type of imagination that has been influenced by Christianity of a not too unorthodox kind and by… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
Behind the newspaper Julian was withdrawing into the inner compartment of his mind where he spent most of his time. This was… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
But learned people can analyze for me why I fear hell and their implication is that there is no hell. But I… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
Technique in the minds of many is something rigid, something like a formula that you impose on the material; but in the… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
“Wait here, wait here!" he cried and jumped up and began to run for help toward a cluster of lights he saw in the… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share
... the man in the violent situation reveals those qualities least dispensable in his personality, those qualities which are all he will have to… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share
“I don’t know how to cure the source-itis except to tell you that I can discover a good many possible sources myself for Wise… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share
“For the fiction writer himself the whole story is the meaning, because it is an experience, not an abstraction.” — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share
To the hard of hearing you shout, and for the almost blind you draw large and startling figures. — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share
“He felt his hunger no longer as a pain but as a tide. He felt it rising in himself through time and darkness, rising… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share
“Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share
Technique in the minds of many is something rigid, something like a formula that you impose on the material; but in the best stories… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share
“There are all kinds of truth ... but behind all of them there is only one truth and that is that there's no truth.” — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share
“Mrs. May winced. She thought the word Jesus should be kept inside the church building like other words inside the bedroom.” — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share
I feel that discussing story-writing in terms of plot, character, and theme is like trying to describe the expression on a face by saying… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share
She had observed that the more education they got, the less they could do. Their father had gone to a one-room schoolhouse through the… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share
One of the awful things about writing when you are a Christian is that for you the ultimate reality is the Incarnation, the present… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share
“Hazel Motes sat at a forward angel on the green plush train seat, looking one minute at the window as if he might want… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share
