Eudora Welty ~ A Passion For Books
“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. Yet regardless of where they come from, 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. Still illiterate, I was ready for them, committed to all the reading I could give them ...”
― Eudora Welty, One Writer's Beginnings


Lady Clementina Hawarden
Lady Clementina’s daughter, also called Clementina
1860s
Fyodor Dostoyevsky ~ White Nights
“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can't help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you so well that I couldn't have known you better if we'd been friends for twenty years. You won't fail me, will you? Only two minutes, and you've made me happy forever. Yes, happy. Who knows, perhaps you've reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts.

When I woke up it seemed to me that some snatch of a tune I had known for a long time, I had heard somewhere before but had forgotten, a melody of great sweetness, was coming back to me now. It seemed to me that it had been trying to emerge from my soul all my life, and only now-

If and when you fall in love, may you be happy with her. I don't need to wish her anything, for she'll be happy with you. May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life?”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights

Photo is from the movie Le notti bianche...
Le Notti Bianche is a 1957 Italian film directed by Italian neorealist Luchino Visconti. The movie takes its title and basic plot from Fyodor Dostoevsky’s 1848 short story, White Nights.
Franz Kafka ~ The Metamorphosis
“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

Herbert Bayer
Metamorphosis, 1936
Gustave Flaubert ~ Read To Live
“Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.”
― Gustave Flaubert

Henri Roger-Viollet
1893
Thomas Hardy ~ Something Within Us…
"Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change."
Thomas Hardy



Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), was an English novelist and poet. A Victorian realist in the tradition of George Eliot, he was influenced both in his novels and in his poetry by Romanticism, especially William Wordsworth. (Wikipedia)
Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ Dreams
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Alfred Lord Tennyson

Émile Constant Puyo
Sommeil
ca. 1887
Charles Dickens ~ A Quiet Silent Man
“He had been for many years, a quiet silent man, associating but little with other men, and used to companionship with his own thoughts. He had never known before the strength of the want in his heart for the frequent recognition of a nod, a look, a word; or the immense amount of relief that had been poured into it by drops through such small means.”
― Charles Dickens, Hard Times

Burghers of Calais (detail)
Auguste Rodin.
Eudora Welty ~ On Writing A Novel
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
Andre Breton ~ Existence Is Everywhere
"It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere."
Andre Breton

Photo by Henry Cartier -Bresson.
Anais Nin ~ The Role Of A Writer
"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say."
Anais Nin

On the photo Anais Nin with Henry Miller