Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve. Carol Shields Republic of Love

Who (Timothy Findley)

The CBC Obituary includes a biography, photographs, interviews with/about him, and archived articles and materials.

…if you’re a fiction writer – most of you is already out there, somewhere; chopped up in little bits and hidden (or not hidden) in your books. Fragments. Not that you’ve put yourself there consciously. But your energy is there. Something of your own character – something of your own make-up goes into the character and make-up of everyone you write. And the rest of you is private. Mostly. So obliquely private that it’s very hard to get at. Especially if you yourself are the questioner.
Inside Memory

No one can tell the truth about themselves. It is quite impossible.

On becoming a writer:
…the only reason a person should become a writer is the absolute necessity – the absolute need to make the making of fiction the passion of your working life.

On carrots:
The Tale of Peter Rabbit is based upon a desire for garden vegetables that verges on the manic. It tells the story of an individual who is willing to give up its life for a carrot stick.
Inside Memory

On spirit:
Perhaps the ghosts of those who sat at the table have departed with it, though I think what we inherit is the table’s spirit – and with that, all the others. [...] The laughter and the conversation never end – and the voices will go on forever. The table, after all, is sitting in my mind – a fiction, made of the best realities – the ones we keep alive by fixing them with love.

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