A writer's life stands in relation to his work as a house does to a garden, related but distinct.
Mavis GallantShe and Marie were Montreal girls, not trained to accompany heroes, or to hold out for dreams, but just to be patient.
Mavis Gallant[My father] had spent his own short time like a priest in charge of a relic, forever expecting the blessed blood to liquefy.
Mavis GallantThere is something I keep wanting to say about reading short stories. I am doing it now, because I many never have another occasion. 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