“An old man, Elias Caldwell, death already smothering his breast, tries to tell a child something of all he has learned, something of what he would have her live by – and hears only incoherent words come out. Yet the… — Tillie Olsen Copy Share Image
More than in any other human relationship, overwhelmingly more, motherhood means being instantly interruptible, responsive, and responsible — Tillie Olsen Copy Share Image
“Mazie sits with a sense of non-being over her – of it being someone other than she sitting there timeless, suspended in a dusky… — Tillie Olsen Copy Share Image
Literary history and the present are dark with silences . . . I have had special need to learn all I could of this… — Tillie Olsen Copy Share Image
She would not exchange her solitude for anything. Never again to be forced to move to the rhythms of others. — Tillie Olsen Copy Share Image
That's what I want to be when I grow up, just a peaceful wreck holding hands with other peaceful wrecks. — Tillie Olsen Copy Share Image
“She kept too much in herself. Her life was such that she had to keep too much in herself. My wisdom came too late.… — Tillie Olsen Copy Share Image
Think about all that we've lost that has been said orally because nobody was taking it down. I feel very fortunate to live in… — Tillie Olsen Copy Share Image
Literature is a place for generosity and affection and hunger for equals - not a prizefight ring. We are increased, confirmed in our medium,… — Tillie Olsen Copy Share Image
Better mankind born without mouths and stomachs than always to worry about money to buy, to shop, to fix, to cook, to wash, to… — Tillie Olsen Copy Share Image
Writers in a profit making economy are an exploitable commodity whose works are products to be marketed, and are so judged and handled. — Tillie Olsen Copy Share Image
I know that I haven’t powers enough to divide myself into one who earns and one who creates. — Tillie Olsen Copy Share Image
