“She wondered if Howard, if Ken, would ever know love as she knew it. How would it come to them? It comes, she thought, not as affection or admiration, or any sentiment, but as if one suffered a blow, an… — Mary O'Hara Copy Share Image
“I'll go on writing till the end of my days. I have been writing too long to stop.” — Mary O'Hara Copy Share Image
“She wondered if Howard, if Ken, would ever know love as she knew it. How would it come to them? It comes, she thought,… — Mary O'Hara Copy Share Image
“Looking backward through life, one can see the points of change like great locks through which one glides on a flood wave, so smoothly,… — Mary O'Hara Copy Share Image
“Sooner or later every writer evolves his own definition of a story. Mine is: A reflection of life plus beginning and end (life seems… — Mary O'Hara Copy Share Image
