We say very little, for we do not need to. We are silent together, each in her own world, knowing the other is just at her back. — 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
