The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself. — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
“The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself. The fools who write articles about me think that one morning I suddenly decided to write and began to produce masterpieces. There is no special… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
You must not become a mere peddler of words. The thing to learn is to know what people are thinking about, not what they… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
“Doctor Parcival began to plead with George Willard. 'You must pay attention to me,' he urged. 'If something happens you will be able to… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
It has long been my desire to be a little worm in the fair apple of Progress. — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
What's wrong with this egotism? If a man doesn't delight in himself and the force in him and feel that he and it are… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
“You see it is likely that, when my brother told the story, that night when we got home and my mother and sister sat… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
“It might be that women who have been nurses should not marry physicians. They have too much respect for physicians, are taught to have… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
There is a note that comes into the human voice by which you may know real weariness. It comes when one has been trying… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
All of the people of my time were bound with chains. They had forgotten the long fields and the standing corn. They had forgotten… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
It might be that women who have beennurses should not marry physicians. They have too much respect for physicians, are taughtto have too much… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
“He was almost a poet in his old age and his notion of what happened took a poetic turn. 'I had come to the… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
“It did not seem to them that anything that could happen in the future could blot out the wonder and beauty of the thing… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
The life of reality is confused, disorderly, almost always without apparent purpose, whereas in the artist's imaginative life there is purpose. There is determination… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
“Helen ran down a flight of stairs at the back of the house and into the garden. In the darkness she stopped and stood… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
In Middle America men are awakening. Like awkward and untrained boys we begin to turn toward maturity and with our awakening we hunger for… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited. In the mind of each… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
