Every story teaches you how to write that story but not the next story. — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“Writers and travelers are mesmerized alike by the knowing of their destination” — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
When I read, I hear what's on the page. I don't know whose voice it is, but some voice is reading to… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“I am a writer who came from a sheltered life. A sheltered life can be a daring life as well. For all… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Dialogue has to show not only something about the speaker that is its own revelation, but also maybe something about the speaker… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
For the source of the short story is usually lyrical. And all writers speak from, and speak to, emotions eternally the same… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“Art, though, is never the voice of a country; it is an even more precious thing, the voice of the individual, doing… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Fiction shows us the past as well as the present moment in mortal light; it is an art served by the indelibility… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Once you're into a story everything seems to apply-what you overhear on a city bus is exactly what your character would say… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
There's still a strange moment with every book when I move from the position of writer to the position of reader and… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“I learned from the age of two or three, that any room in our house, at any time of day, was there… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
I'm not very eloquent about things like this, but I think that writing and photography go together. I don't mean that they… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“What I do in writing of any character is to try to enter into the mind, heart, and skin of a human… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Writing is an expression of the writer's own peculiar personality, could not help being so. Yet in reading great works one feels… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“She (my mother) could still recite them (the poems) in full when she was lying helpless and nearly blind, in her bed, an old… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them. I suppose it’s an… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
Once you're into a story everything seems to apply-what you overhear on a city bus is exactly what your character would say on the… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“Two by two, I read library books as fast as I could go, rushing them home in the basket of my bicycle. From the… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“When somebody, no matter who, gives everything, it makes people feel ashamed for him.” — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“Daydreaming had started me on the way; but story writing, once I was truly in its grip, took me and shook me awake.” — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“All children in those small-town, unhurried days had a vast inner life going on in the movies. Children were allowed to go without chaperone… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“At the sting in her eyes, she remembered for him that there must be no tears in his.” — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“We do need to bring to our writing, over and over again, all the abundance we possess. To be able, to be ready, to… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“When one of us (children) caught measles or whooping cough and we were isolated in bad upstairs, we wrote notes to each other perhaps… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“She (my mother) stood always prepared in herself to challenge the world in our place. She did indeed tend to make the world look… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“For there is hate as well as love, she supposed, in the coming together and continuing of our lives.” — Eudora Welty Copy Share
“In children's art class we sat in a ring of kindergarten chairs and drew three daffodils that had just been picked out of the… — Eudora Welty Copy Share
People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacinths. — Eudora Welty Copy Share
