“There was gray train smoke over the town most days, it smelled of travel, of transcontinental trains about to flash by, of important things about to happen. The train smell sounded the ‘A’ for Lamptown and then a treble chord… — Dawn Powell Copy Share Image
I realize more and more how instinctively pessimistic I am of all human kindness -- since I am always so bowled over by it… — Dawn Powell Copy Share Image
For a genius to be a genius, he must have a selfless slave between himself and the world. — Dawn Powell Copy Share Image
The human comedy is always tragic, but since its ingredients are always the same - dupe, fox, straight, like burlesque skits - the repetition… — Dawn Powell Copy Share Image
I want so much for my lover. At night when our beds are drawn close together I waken and see his dear yellow head… — Dawn Powell Copy Share Image
Joe and Jojo and I had lovely day together. I love Joe so much - more and more. — Dawn Powell Copy Share Image
You woke in the morning with the weight of doom on your head. You lay with eyes shut wondering why you dreaded the day;… — Dawn Powell Copy Share Image
Satire is people as they are; romanticism, people as they would like to be; realism, people as they seem with their insides left out. — Dawn Powell Copy Share Image
Rage swept over her at being young, young and little, as if some evil fairy had put that spell on her. Why must you… — Dawn Powell Copy Share Image
Hold fast to whatever fragments of love that exist, for sometimes a mosaic is more beautiful than an unbroken pattern. — Dawn Powell Copy Share Image
I think we will have a boy baby and he will be born on the 20th of August. Everyone else has a girl baby… — Dawn Powell Copy Share Image
There is really one city for everyone just as there is one major love. — Dawn Powell Copy Share Image
