I am reading through some of the works of Eudora Welty.
Some I have read before. For others, however, it’s my first time.
One person noted Welty’s understated ways. Several other biographers noted her politeness. Many noted her humility.
But all of them have called attention to Welty’s precise eye for the telling detail.
I have a growing catalogue of Welty quotes I am thinking through.
These two remain for me among the most moving and thought-provoking:
“The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves, they find their own order . . . the continuous thread of revelation.”
And then this one:
“People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacintths.”
I’m learning from you, Ms. Welty. I hope to be, anyway.