Every story would be another story, and unrecognizable if it took up its characters and plot and happened somewhere else ... Fiction… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“Fiction shows us the past as well as the present moment in mortal light; it is an art served by the indelibility… — 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
It is our inward journey that leads us through time – forward or back, seldom in a straight line, most often spiraling.… — 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
“Art, though, is never the voice of a country; it is an even more precious thing, the voice of the individual, doing… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Great fiction shows us not how to conduct our behavior but how to feel. Eventually, it may show us how to face… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
The first act of insight is throw away the labels. In fiction, while we do not necessarily write about ourselves, we write… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“My father did not bring it up, but of course I knew that he had another reason to worry about my decision… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Art is never the voice of a country, it is an even more precious thing, the voice of the individual, doing its… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Fiction shows us the past as well as the present moment in mortal light; it is an art served by the indelibility… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“When somebody, no matter who, gives everything, it makes people feel ashamed for him.” — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“At the sting in her eyes, she remembered for him that there must be no tears in his.” — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
