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 Art Copy Share Image
“Forsythia that I thought had been dozed into oblivion sprang up and misted the foundations with lemon icing I yearn for all… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
I don't know if I would do sequels. I almost feel like when I'm done with them, they're going to have to… — Anne Rivers Siddons Done Copy Share Image
“At four that morning my son, Peter Williams Chambliss, slid into the world tiny and red and roaring with life and the… — Anne Rivers Siddons Life Copy Share Image
“On a night of icy silver radiance, when the very sea and stars seemed on fire with light.” — Anne Rivers Siddons Astronomy Copy Share Image
“So clear that you could see every delicate vein in the lacquered new leaves; so soft that you felt the air on… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
“At the dune line, just before the whispering stands of sea oats and dune grass began, the sand was as damp and… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
Laughter nibbled at my lips like tiny fish in warm water. — Anne Rivers Siddons Fishes Copy Share Image
“All over Atlanta that fall, in the blue twilights, girls came clicking home from their jobs in their clunky heels and miniskirts… — Anne Rivers Siddons Gin and tonic Copy Share Image
