The main engagement of the writer is towards truthfulness; therefore he must keep his mind and his judgment free. — Gabrielle Roy Copy Share Image
The main engagement of the writer is towards truthfulness; therefore he must keep his mind and his judgement free. — Gabrielle Roy Copy Share Image
My great hope would be that Quebec would realize itself fully as a distinct part of Canada, and stay Canadian, bringing to Canada a… — Gabrielle Roy Copy Share Image
poverty is like a pain, dormant and unbearable as long as you don't move about too much. You grow used to it, you end… — Gabrielle Roy Copy Share Image
One knows less about one's own destiny than about anything else on earth. — Gabrielle Roy Copy Share Image
The more the heart is nourished with happiness, the more it is insatiable. — Gabrielle Roy Copy Share Image
The life of a writer is tragic: the more we advance, the farther there is to go and the more there is to say,… — Gabrielle Roy Copy Share Image
it's a funny life. Either you don't make a red cent and you have all the time in the world, or else you get… — Gabrielle Roy Copy Share Image
Every life is a tragedy, but far more the writer's life, because the more he has to see, the more deeply he understands and… — Gabrielle Roy Copy Share Image
The main engagement of the writer is towards truthfulness; therefore he must keep his mind and his judgment free. — Gabrielle Roy Copy Share Image
The more the heart is sated with joy, the more it becomes insatiable. — Gabrielle Roy Copy Share Image
The main engagement of the writer is towards truthfulness; therefore he must keep his mind and his judgement free. — Gabrielle Roy Copy Share Image
Of all things that can happen to us, triumph is the most difficult to endure when we are alone. Deprived of witnesses, it shrinks… — Gabrielle Roy Copy Share Image
I felt the vulnerability, the fragility of the children of the world, and how it was, nonetheless, on their frail shoulders that we loaded… — Gabrielle Roy Copy Share Image
Curiosity ran unchecked through him, like the wind outside through the deserted streets, along the canal, around the little wooden houses, everywhere, as far… — Gabrielle Roy Copy Share Image
