When the year turns, there are bells on the wind. All the old years fall on the ground in lights. Jayne Anne Phillips More Quotes by Jayne Anne Phillips More Quotes From Jayne Anne Phillips Literature can teach us how to live before we live, and how to die before we die. I believe that writing is practice for death, and for every (other) transformation human beings encounter. Jayne Anne Phillips practice writing believe Towns change; they grow or diminish, but hometowns remain as we left them. Jayne Anne Phillips hometown towns grows I write line by line, by the sound and the weight and the music of the words. Jayne Anne Phillips weight sound writing If death is this brilliant slide, this high, fine music felt as pure vibration, this plunging float in wind and silence, it's not so bad. Jayne Anne Phillips vibrations silence wind If all stories are fiction, fiction can be true -- not in detail or fact, but in some transformed version of feeling. If there is a memory of paradise, paradise can exist, in some other place or country dimensionally reminiscent of our own. The sad stories live there too, but in that country, we know what they mean and why they happened. We make our way back from them, finding the way through a bountiful wilderness we begin to understand. Years are nothing: Story conquers all distance. Jayne Anne Phillips distance memories country I wish I had more time to write. Jayne Anne Phillips more-time wish writing As before, there is a great silence, with no end in sight. The writer surrenders, listening. Jayne Anne Phillips silence sight listening Love is the outlaw's duty. Jayne Anne Phillips outlaw duty love-is Then he's inside you, and your body remembers, each time, every man, even if you try to forget. Jayne Anne Phillips body trying men Talk between women friends is always therapy. Jayne Anne Phillips therapy The writer's first affinity is not to a loyalty, a tradition, a morality, a religion, but to life itself, and to its representation in language. Jayne Anne Phillips morality loyalty firsts The writing life is a secret life, wither we admit it or not. Jayne Anne Phillips secret life-is writing Smoke veils the air like souls in drifting suspension, declining the war's insistence everyone move on. Jayne Anne Phillips air war moving It's my theory that many writers were the confidantes of one or the other parent. I was my mother's confidante; she had been her mother's confidante. Jayne Anne Phillips her she parent mother That whole business of having two homes, and that divided loyalty bind that kids get into. I mean, my parents were divorced - though I was adult - but I still grappled with being responsible to both of them. Jayne Anne Phillips parents being loyalty business I'm a language-oriented writer who proceeds sentence by sentence. Jayne Anne Phillips proceeds sentence writer who I don't outline; I listen to a kind of whisper inside the material. Jayne Anne Phillips whisper listen inside kind Character and story are suggested by the voice in the words themselves. Jayne Anne Phillips words story voice character I don't do much rewriting, because each paragraph is very carefully put together. Jayne Anne Phillips very because paragraph together I don't investigate things by writing about them, but let them build up inside of me. Jayne Anne Phillips inside things me writing
