Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his… — William Maxwell Copy Share Image
“There is nothing so difficult to arrive at as the nature and personality of one's parents. Death, about which so much mystery is made,is… — William Maxwell Copy Share Image
It was lovely when you found students who responded to things you were enthusiastic about. — William Maxwell Copy Share Image
Reading is rapture (or if it isn't, I put the book down meaning to go on with it later, and escape out the side… — William Maxwell Copy Share Image
If you turn the imagination loose like a hunting dog, it will often return with the bird in its mouth. — William Maxwell Copy Share Image
I had inadvertently walked through a door that I shouldn’t have gone through and couldn’t get back to the place I hadn’t meant to… — William Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Whether they are part of a home or home is a part of them is not a question children are prepared to answer. Having… — William Maxwell Copy Share Image
Happiness is the light on the water. The water is cold and dark and deep. — William Maxwell Copy Share Image
Love, even of the most ardent and soul-destroying kind, is never caught by the lens of the camera. — William Maxwell Copy Share Image
The nail doesn't choose the time or the circumstances in which it is drawn to the magnet — William Maxwell Copy Share Image
The reason life is so strange is that so often people have no choice, — William Maxwell Copy Share Image
If I had had to write only about imaginary people, I would have had to close up my typewriter. I wrote about my life… — William Maxwell Copy Share Image
