When I was a child and the snow fell, my mother always rushed to the kitchen and made snow ice cream and divinity fudge-egg whites, sugar and pecans, mostly. It was a lark then and I always associate divinity fudge with snowstorms.
Eudora WeltyArt is never the voice of a country, it is an even more precious thing, the voice of the individual, doing its best to speak, not comfort of any sort, but truth. And the art that speaks it most unmistakably, most directly, most variously, most fully, is fiction.
Eudora WeltyI read library books as fast as I could go, rushing them home in the basket of my bicycle. From the minute I reached our house, I started to read. Every book I seized on, from โBunny Brown and His Sister Sue at Camp Rest-a-Whileโ to โTwenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea,โ stood for the devouring wish to read being instantly granted. I knew this was bliss, knew it at the time. Taste isnโt nearly so important; it comes in its own time.
Eudora WeltyMy main disappointment was always that a book had to end. And then what? But I don't think I was ever disappointed by the books. I must have been what any author would consider an ideal reader. I felt every pain and pleasure suffered or enjoyed by all the characters. Oh, but I identified!
Eudora Welty