Top 42 Mavis Gallant Quotes
#1. It wasn't until I started to read short stories - by people like Alice Munro, Mavis Gallant, John Updike ... Eudora Welty - that I became excited about the possibilities of writing.
Carol Windley
#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.
Mavis Gallant
#3. Whoa. That sounds, well ... crazy. Crazy: the new normal. I guess I could call myself crazy, since there is one other person I can compare myself to: me.
Rick Yancey
#4. Appeals to memory were never perfectly answered.
Mavis Gallant
#5. A stiff breeze lifted the hair from my head. At my feet, the city doused its lights in sleep, its buildings blackened, as if for a funeral.
Sylvia Plath
#6. The words that bore the deathless verse of Homer from bard to a group of fascinated hearers, and with whose fading sounds the poems passed beyond recall, are fixed on the printed page in a hundred tongues. They carry to a million eyes what once could reach but a hundred ears.
Nicholas Murray Butler
#7. 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.
Mavis Gallant
#8. I write every day as a matter of course It is not a burden. It is the way I live.
Mavis Gallant
#9. Each of the actors is quite different, but they're all living in the same world.
Willem Dafoe
#10. All lives are interesting; no one life is more interesting than another. Its fascination depends on how much is revealed, and in what manner.
Mavis Gallant
#11. She and Marie were Montreal girls, not trained to accompany heroes, or to hold out for dreams, but just to be patient.
Mavis Gallant
#12. Like his father, like Jules Renard, he had been carried along the slow, steady swindle of history and experience.
Mavis Gallant
#13. A writer's life stands in relation to his work as a house does to a garden, related but distinct.
Mavis Gallant
#14. 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.
Mavis Gallant
#15. A short story is what you see when you look out of the window.
Mavis Gallant
#16. 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.
Mavis Gallant
#17. 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.
Mavis Gallant
#19. 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.
Mavis Gallant
#20. In the months that followed he brought a rapid succession of cases to court - as he recalled, smelling somewhat of midnight oil.
Anthony Everitt
#21. 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.
Mavis Gallant
#22. It's in my blood, as magic is in yours." His mouth is still smiling, but his tone is somber. "I couldn't stop writing even if I wanted to.
Elora Bishop
#23. Only one mistake, Ezra! You should have talked to women.
George Oppen
#25. She wouldn't have died if I hadn't taught her how to fall.
Jane Casey
#26. 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.
Mavis Gallant
#27. I have numerous people who have expressed a willingness to be plaintiffs.
Michael Newdow
#28. Success can only be measured in terms of distance traveled ...
Mavis Gallant
#29. You do things when the opportunities come along. I've had periods in my life when I've had a bundle of ideals come along, and I've had long dry spells. If I get an ideal next week, I'll do something. If not, I won't do a damn thing.
Warren Buffett
#30. There is a term for people caught on a street crossing after the light has changed: "pedestrian-traffic residue".
Mavis Gallant
#31. The older I get the more grateful I am not to be told how everything comes out.
Mavis Gallant
#32. 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?
Mavis Gallant
#33. 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.
Mavis Gallant
#34. If someone thinks, 'I'll spend the off season working on my fitness and I'll come back a better cricketer,' I don't think that's enough. You need to spend a lot of time working on your skills and honing your skills.
Rahul Dravid
#35. Popularity is an element in any system, even the most autocratic and regimented, because it is so much easier to count heads or hands than to evaluate excellence.
L.E. Modesitt Jr.
#36. [My father] had spent his own short time like a priest in charge of a relic, forever expecting the blessed blood to liquefy.
Mavis Gallant
#37. Decide what the rest of your life is to be. Whatever you are now, you might be forever.
Mavis Gallant
#38. I come from a good family. I come from a faith-based family.
Ryan Merriman
#39. 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.
Mavis Gallant
#40. 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.
Mavis Gallant
#41. 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.
Mavis Gallant
#42. Writing is like a love affair: the beginning is the best part.
Mavis Gallant
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