My father was often impatient during March, waiting for winter to end, the cold to ease, the sun to reappear. March was an unpredictable month, when it was never clear what might happen. Warm days raised hopes until ice and… — Tracy Chevalier Copy Share Image
My writing routine is: get son off to school and sit down at 8 A.M. I read what I wrote the day before, and… — Tracy Chevalier Copy Share Image
“While Molly and Joseph Anning suffered materially that winter, with many days of weak soup and weaker fires, Mary barely noticed how little she… — Tracy Chevalier Copy Share Image
I wanted to wear the mantle and the pearls. I wanted to know the man who painted her like that. — Tracy Chevalier Copy Share Image
“I knew I should believe him, as he taught at Oxford, but his answers did not feel complete. It was like having a meal… — Tracy Chevalier Copy Share Image
“They were a mother's words, words I would say to my own daughter if I were concerned for her” — Tracy Chevalier Copy Share Image
“he was a collector rather than a hunter, buying his knowledge rather than seeking it with his own eyes and hands. I” — Tracy Chevalier Copy Share Image
“There followed a time when everything was dull. The things that had meant something lost importance, though they were still there, like bruises on… — Tracy Chevalier Copy Share Image
“I had always thought of the sea as a boundary keeping me in my place on land. Now, though, it became an opening.” — Tracy Chevalier Copy Share Image
I find that when I come out of the library I'm in what I call the library bliss of being totally taken away from… — Tracy Chevalier Copy Share Image
“It is less distracting in the silence,” she said. “Sustained silence allows one truly to listen to what is deep inside. We call it… — Tracy Chevalier Copy Share Image
The sign of a masterpiece: A painting when there's a lack of resolution. — Tracy Chevalier Copy Share Image
