Books should be cherished, like children, books are for the next generation, like children, like history.
It sounds so far away and different. I like different places. I like any places that isn’t here.
I think that in order to write really well and convincingly, one must be somewhat poisoned by emotion. Dislike, displeasure, resentment, fault-finding, imagination, passionate remonstrance, a sense of injustice–they all make fine fuel.
A writer’s working hours are his waking hours. He is working as long as he is conscious and frequently when he isn’t.
That just goes to show, remarked Pearlie, that you must never judge a woman in a kimono or a bathing suit.
But always, to her, red and green cabbages were to be jade and burgundy, chrysoprase and prophyry. Life has no weapons against a woman like that.
It’s fun telling you tall Texas tales. You always look like a little girl who’s hearing Cinderella for the first time.
About mistakes it’s funny. You’ve got to make your own; and not only that, if you try to keep people from making theirs, they get mad.
A life like this develops the comedy sense. You can’t play tragedy while you’re living it.
The leading lady had a large and saving sense of humor. But there is nothing that blunts the sense of humor more quickly than a few months of one-night stands. Even O. Henry could have seen nothing funny about that room.
A stricken tree, a living thing, so beautiful, so dignified, so admirable in its potential longevity, is, next to man, perhaps the most touching of wounded objects.
I am not belittling the brave pioneer men but the sunbonnet as well as the sombrero has helped to settle this glorious land of ours.
People in big empty places are likely to behave very much as the gods did on Olympus.
Living in the past is a dull and lonely business looking back strains the neck muscles causes you to bump into people not going your way.
Life cannot defeat a writer who is in love with writing – for life itself is a writer’s love until death.
Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.
Life can’t defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer’s lover until death.
Roast beef, medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy.
If American politics are too dirty for women to take part in, there’s something wrong with American politics.
Perhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little.