Thea was still under the belief that public opinion could be placated; that if you clucked often enough, the hens would mistake… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Miracles surround us at every turn if we but sharpen our perceptions of them. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
It is scarcely exaggeration to say that if one is not a little mad about Balzac at twenty, one will never live;… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
If the street life, not the Whitechapel street life, but that of the common but so-called respectable part of town is in… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
[Dawn] is always such a forgiving time. When that first cold, bright streak comes over the water, it's as if all our… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
It has long been a tradition among novel writers that a book must end by everybody getting just what they wanted, or… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
There seemed to be nothing to see; no fences, no creeks or trees, no hills or fields. If there was a road,… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Of course Nebraska is a storehouse of literary material. Everywhere is a storehouse of literary material. If a true artist were born… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on cigar-box lids. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
If you don't keep and guard and mature your force, and above all, have time and quiet to perfect your work, you… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
There was only - spring itself, the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere; in the sky,… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
If you love the good thing vitally, enough to give up for it all that one must give up, then you must… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Art, it seems to me, should simplify finding what conventions of form and what detail one can do without and yet preserve… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
If [the writer] achieves anything noble, anything enduring, it must be by giving himself absolutely to his material. And this gift of… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Success is less interesting than struggle. There is great pleasure in the effort. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“I only knew the schoolbooks said he "died in the wilderness, of a broken heart." "More than him has done that," said Antonia sadly,… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Have the last word ma'm," he said cheerfully. "It's a lady's privilege.” — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
"More than him has done that," said Antonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Nothing mattered ... but writing books, and living the kind of life that made it possible to write them. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Money and office and success are the consolations of impotence. Fortune turns kind to such solid people and lets them suck their bone in… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
But she still had that something which fires the imagination, could still stop one's breath for a moment by a look or gesture that… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“You remember how homesick I used to get, and what long talks we used to have coming from school? We've someway always felt alike… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“He placed this book in my grandmother's hands, looked at her entreatingly, and said, with an earnestness which I shall never forget, "Te-e-ach, te-e-ach… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The sincerity of feeling that is possible between a writer and a reader is one of the finest things I know. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image