In Middle America men are awakening. Like awkward and untrained boys we begin to turn toward maturity and with our awakening we… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
From the place by the railing at the edge of the tracks on the summer evening I return across the city to… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
I am pregnant with song. My body aches but do not betray me. I will sing songs and hide them away. I… — 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
