Mavis Gallant Quotes

#1. All immigration is based on misapprehension.

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#2. The late Mavis Gallant told the Paris Review that writing is like "a love affair: the beginning is the best part. I write every day. It is not a burden. It is the way I live.

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#3. I am not interested in theories, she had taught herself to say, for fear of being invaded by something other than a dream.
But she was not certain what she meant and not sure that it was true.

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#4. Success can only be measured in terms of distance traveled ...

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#5. There is a term for people caught on a street crossing after the light has changed: "pedestrian-traffic residue".

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#6. The older I get the more grateful I am not to be told how everything comes out.

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#7. Like every other form of art, literature is no more and nothing less than a matter of life and death. The only question worth asking about a story - or a poem, or a piece of sculpture, or a new concert hall - is, Is it dead or alive?

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#8. [My father] had spent his own short time like a priest in charge of a relic, forever expecting the blessed blood to liquefy.

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#9. Decide what the rest of your life is to be. Whatever you are now, you might be forever.

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#10. Against the sustained tick of a watch, fiction takes the measure of a life, a season, a look exchanged, the turning point, desire as brief as a dream, the grief and terror that after childhood we cease to express.

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#11. Marie, now Mme. Driscoll, turned to Berthe and smiled, as she used to when they were children. Once again, the smile said, Have I done the right thing? Is this what you wanted? Yes, yes, said Berthe silently, but she went on crying.

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#12. Spring had been the season for dying in the old days. Invalids who had struggled through the dark comfort of winter took fright as the night receded.

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#13. Writing is like a love affair: the beginning is the best part.

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#14. I wanted to live in Paris and write nothing but fiction and be perfectly free. I had decided all this had to be settled by the time I was thirty, and so I gave up my job and moved to Paris at twenty-eight. I just held my breath and jumped. I didn't even look to see if there was water in the pool.

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#15. I began to ration my writing, for fear I would dream through life as my father had done. I was afraid I had inherited a poisoned gene from him, a vocation without a gift.

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#16. I write every day as a matter of course It is not a burden. It is the way I live.

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#17. All lives are interesting; no one life is more interesting than another. Its fascination depends on how much is revealed, and in what manner.

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#18. She and Marie were Montreal girls, not trained to accompany heroes, or to hold out for dreams, but just to be patient.

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#19. Like his father, like Jules Renard, he had been carried along the slow, steady swindle of history and experience.

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#20. A writer's life stands in relation to his work as a house does to a garden, related but distinct.

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#21. No one is as real to me as people in the novel. It grows like a living thing. When I realize they do not exist except in my mind I have a feeling of sadness, looking around for them, as if the half-empty cafe were a place I had once come to with friends who had all moved away.

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#22. A short story is what you see when you look out of the window.

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#23. Stories are not chapters of novels. They should not be read one after another, as if they were meant to follow along. Read one. Shut the book. Read something else. Come back later. Stories can wait.

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#24. She was a pretty girl, with a pointed face and blue-black hair. But she was an untidy, a dusty sort of girl, and you felt that in a few years something might go wrong; she might get swollen ankles or grow a mustache.

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#25. Converts have it soft," said Mary. "They come to it late, without ever having had the Devil under the bed. They sail in and admire the stained-glass windows. All the dirty work has been done.

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#26. I believed that if I was to call myself a writer, I should live on writing. If I could not live on it, even simply, I should destroy every scrap, every trace, every notebook and live some other way.

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#27. Appeals to memory were never perfectly answered.

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