“The very old can tell you about peace. They have fought through the black, sinking, visceral knowledge of death–their own death–that heralds middle age and come to the place where childhood meets them once more, and with it that ineffable… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
I don't think you ever think of a big city as sweet or community, but there are cities that I think of as charming… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
“You wouldn't maintain a house like that' you'd feet it and water it. You'd have to give it nourishment and love it to keep… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
Somebody said writing is easy, you just sit down at your typewriter and open a vein. It depends on the book. Some, I have… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
“Everything about it and the fierce old coast around it, had the ring and taste and feel of utter rightness to me. Its peace… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
“The air was cool and fresh and smelled of the kelp and salt that streamed in off the bay at the full of the tide. The sun was high in the tender vault of the sky, and the thunderheads that would sweep in late in the day were still only white marble puffs at the margins of the sky, solid… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share
A real friendship is a light thing. A real friend holds you loosely. — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
“Jenny looked, as usual, elegant and as fine-drawn as a young doe, but oddly muted, as if she had been outlined in sepia.” — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
“It was what Trinity was all about: training you to be British and then insisting instead that you be Southern.” — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
I think we all get too caught up in doing instead of just being sometimes. — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
“Fireflies winked, and the darkening bay breathed and sighed like a great dolphin and the thin pure curve of a young moon hung in… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
I could run nearly naked on a hot, windy beach and plunge without care into a running diamond sea; roll on the sand and… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
