For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others. - Eudora Welty
The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy. - Eudora Welty
Memory lived not in initial possession but in the freed hands, pardoned and freed, and in the heart that can empty but fill again, in the patterns restored by dreams. - Eudora Welty
I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them--with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself. ― - Eudora Welty
The habit of love cuts through confusion and stumbles or contrives its way out of difficulty, it remembers the way even when it forgets, for a dumfounded moment, its reason for being. The path is the thing that matters. - Eudora Welty
Writing a story or a novel is one way of discovering sequence in experience, of stumbling upon cause and effect in the happenings of a writer's own life. - Eudora Welty
I wanted to read immediately. The only fear was that of books coming to an end. - Eudora Welty
People give pain, are callous and insensitive, empty and cruel...but place heals the hurt, soothes the outrage, fills the terrible vacuum that these human beings make. - Eudora Welty
It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming up of themselves like grass. - Eudora Welty
A good snapshot keeps a moment from running away. - Eudora Welty
A whole tree of lightning stood in the sky. She kept looking out the window, suffused with the warmth from the fire and with the pity and beauty and power of her death. The thunder rolled. - Eudora Welty
There is absolutely everything in great fiction but a clear answer. - Eudora Welty