In their sympathies, children feel nearer animals than adults. They frolic with animals, caress them, share with them feelings neither has words for. Have they ever stroked any adult with the love they bestow on a cat? Hugged any grownup… — Jessamyn West Copy Share Image
There is no royal path to good writing; and such paths as exist do not lead through neat critical gardens, various as they are,… — Jessamyn West Copy Share Image
Being consistent meant not departing from convictions already formulated; being a leader meant making other persons accept these convictions. It was a narrow track,… — Jessamyn West Copy Share Image
To meet at all, one must open ones eyes to another; and there is no true conversation no matter how many words are spoken,… — Jessamyn West Copy Share Image
In their sympathies, children feel nearer animals than adults. They frolic with animals, caress them, share with them feelings neither has words for. Have… — Jessamyn West Copy Share Image
The past is really almost as much a work of the imagination as the future. — Jessamyn West Copy Share Image
Writing is so difficult that I feel that writers, having had their hell on earth, will escape all punishment hereafter. — Jessamyn West Copy Share Image
We can love an honest rogue, but what is more offensive than a false saint? — Jessamyn West Copy Share Image
I seem to be the only person in the world who doesn't mind being pitied. If you love me, pity me. The human state… — Jessamyn West Copy Share Image
I am always jumping into the sausage grinder and deciding, even before I’m half ground, that I don’t want to be a sausage after… — Jessamyn West Copy Share Image
You make what seems a simple choice: choose a man or a job or a neighborhood- and what you have chosen is not a… — Jessamyn West Copy Share Image
