Somebody said writing is easy, you just sit down at your typewriter and open a vein. It depends on the book. Some,… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
“I grew as fussy and particular about where to put what, which books should lie where, what cushion should grace what corner… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
It's unimaginable to me that I wouldn't write, but it's very imaginable that I won't write for a little while. — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
I think every creative impulse that a working writer, or artist of any sort has, comes out of that dark old country… — 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… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
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
“I thought. I thought of the slow yellow autumn in the swamp and the high honey sun of spring and the eternal silence of… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
“...and I thought I might take him home and see how he works. It's really neat the way all those little bone things fit… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I could scarcely breathe with the knowledge that for the rest of my life, whenever we wanted, Peter and I could lie down… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
