In Middle America men are awakening. Like awkward and untrained boys we begin to turn toward maturity and with our awakening we hunger for song. But in our towns and fields there are few memory haunted places. Here we stand in roaring city streets, on steaming coal heaps, in the shadow of factories from which come only the grinding roar… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share
The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
I am pregnant with song. My body aches but do not betray me. I will sing songs and hide them away. I… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
You must not become a mere peddler of words. The thing to learn is to know what people are thinking about, not what they… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
“Doctor Parcival began to plead with George Willard. 'You must pay attention to me,' he urged. 'If something happens you will be able to write the book that I may never get written. The idea is very simple, so simple that if you are not careful you will forget it. It is this - that everyone in the world is… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share
It has long been my desire to be a little worm in the fair apple of Progress. — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
What's wrong with this egotism? If a man doesn't delight in himself and the force in him and feel that he and it are… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
“You see it is likely that, when my brother told the story, that night when we got home and my mother and sister sat listening, I did not think he got the point. He was too young and so was I. A thing so complete has its own beauty. I shall not try to emphasize the point. I am only… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share
“It might be that women who have been nurses should not marry physicians. They have too much respect for physicians, are taught to have… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
There is a note that comes into the human voice by which you may know real weariness. It comes when one has been trying with all his heart and soul to think his way along some difficult road of thought. Of a sudden he finds himself unable to go on. Something within him stops. A tiny explosion takes place. He… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share
All of the people of my time were bound with chains. They had forgotten the long fields and the standing corn. They had forgotten… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
It might be that women who have beennurses should not marry physicians. They have too much respect for physicians, are taughtto have too much… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
“He was almost a poet in his old age and his notion of what happened took a poetic turn. 'I had come to the time in my life when prayer became necessary and so I invented gods and prayed to them,' he said. 'I did not say my prayers in words nor did I kneel down but sat perfectly still… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share
“It did not seem to them that anything that could happen in the future could blot out the wonder and beauty of the thing… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
The life of reality is confused, disorderly, almost always without apparent purpose, whereas in the artist's imaginative life there is purpose. There is determination… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
