I balked at nothing, I was above nothing. Everything had something to teach me. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Any life will provide the material for writing, if it is attended to. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“It happens that I despise that locution, "having sex," which describes something a good deal more mechanical than making love and a… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
When I was twenty I was in love with words, a wordsmith. I didn't know enough to know when people were letting… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“and so give your uncommon readers a chance to join you in the solidarity of pain and love and the vision of… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
It is love and friendship, the sanctity and celebration of our relationships, that not only support a good life, but create one.… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
There must be some other possibility than death or lifelong penance ... some meeting, some intersection of lines; and some cowardly, hopeful… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“If I were a modern writing about a modern young woman I would have to do her wedding night in grisly detail.… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“It's idealistic, it's for love and gentleness, it's close to nature, it hurts nobody, it's voluntary. I can't see anything wrong with… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“What do you mean, 'Angle of Repose?' she asked me when I dreamed we were talking about Grandmother's life, and I said… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“I have to blame myself for not finding any way of reaching him, but I can't feel that either Ruth or I had anything… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
No life goes past so swiftly as an eventless one, no clock spins like a clock whose days are all alike. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“within yourself, you became a grave for her as you were a grave for Chet, and you carried your dead unquietly within you. —” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
By his very profession, a serious fiction writer is a vendor of the sensuous particulars of life, a perceiver and handler of things. His… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“The creative writer is compulsively concrete . . . . His fictional house should be haunted by ideas, not inhabited by them; they should… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
You married me...but you didn't marry what you could make out of me. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
I gave my heart to the mountains the minute I stood beside this river with its spray in my face and watched it thunder… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“Poetry ought to be a by-product of living, and you can't have a by-product unless you've got a product first .” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
