I’m tired of hearing you men say that this and that and the other isn’t woman’s work. Any work is woman’s work that a woman can do well.
A story must simmer in its own juice for months or even years before it’s ready to serve.
But almost any place is Baghdad if you don’t know what will happen in it.
There is an interesting resemblance in the speeches of dictators, no matter what country they may hail from or what language they may speak.
Now gae your wa’sTho’anes as gude As ever happit flesh and blude, Yet part we maunthe case sae hard is, Amang the writers and the bardies That lang they’ll brook the auld I trow, Or neibours cry,‘Weel brook the new’.
People permit life to slide past them like a deft pickpocket, their purse-not yet missed and now too late-in his hand.
Science had married the wilderness and was taming the savage shrew.
I think that in order to write really well and convincingly, one must be somewhat poisoned by emotion.
Men often marry their mothers.
No woman ought to pretend she’s intelligent. And if she is she ought to have the intelligence to pretend she isn’t.
You lose in the end unless you know how the wheel is fixed or can fix it yourself.
I think 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.
Whoever said love conquers all was a fool. Because almost everything conquers love – or tries to.
Any garment which is cut to fit you is much more becoming, even if it is not so splendid as a garment which has been cut to fit somebody not of your stature.
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.
Your idea of bliss is to wake up on a Monday morning knowing you haven’t a single engagement for the entire week. You are cradled in a white paper cocoon tied up with typewriter ribbon.
I never go to weddings. Waste of time. Person can get married a dozen times. Lots of folks do. Family like ours, know everybody in the state of Texas and around outside, why, you could spend your life going to weddings. But a funeral, that’s different. You only die once.
Roast Beef, Medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy. Seated at Life’s Dining Table, with the menu of Morals before you, your eye wanders a bit over the entrees, the hors d’oeuvres, and the things a la though you know that Roast Beef, Medium, is safe and sane, and sure.
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.
About mistakes it’s funny. You got to make your own; and not only that, if you try to keep people from making theirs they get mad.