“I may stay here in this town another day or I may go on to another town. No one knows where I am. I am taking this bath in life, as you see, and when I have had enough of… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
“She is always pretending she loves me, but look at her now. Am I in her thoughts? Is there a tender look in her eyes? Is she dreaming of me as she walks along the streets?” — 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
“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
It has long been my desire to be a little worm in the fair apple of Progress. — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share
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
“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
“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
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
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
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
“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
“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
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
“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
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
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
