To write honestly and with all our powers is the least we can do, and the most. — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“For all I know, writing comes out of a superior devotion to reading.” — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“I don't know whether I could do either one, reading or writing, without the other” — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Every story teaches me how to write it. Unfortunately, it doesn't teach me how to write the next one. — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Indeed, learning to write may be part of learning to read. For all I know, writing comes out of a superior devotion… — 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
The challenge to writers today, I think, is not to disown any part of our heritage. Whatever our theme in writing, it… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
No blur of inexactness, no cloud of vagueness, is allowable in good writing; from the first seeing to the last putting down,… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Both reading and writing are experiences--lifelong-- in the course of which we who encounter words used in certain ways are persuaded by… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Gardening is akin to writing stories. No experience could have taught me more about grief or flowers, about achieving survival by going,… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Writing fiction has developed in me an abiding respect for the unknown in a human lifetime and a sense of where to… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
My own words, when I am at work on a story, I hear too as they go, in the same voice that… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
What I do in the writing of any character is to try to enter into the mind, heart and skin of a… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“The journey took about a week each way, and each day had my parents both in its grip. Riding behind my father,… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Since we must and do write each our own way, we may during actual writing get more lasting instruction not from another's… — 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
“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
