I try to teach my students style, but always as a part of life, not as ornament. Style has to come out of communicating coherent thought, not in sticking little flowers on speeches. Style and substance and a sense of… — Marguerite Young Copy Share Image
I would teach from nine to four, sleep an hour, and write from six until midnight, night after night. — Marguerite Young Copy Share Image
I never thought of myself as either a woman or a man. I thought of myself as a person who was born to a… — Marguerite Young Copy Share Image
I knew Anais Nin, who called me after I had been away for a few years. She was seeking help because at that time… — Marguerite Young Copy Share Image
I think there is a rage against women. I've come to see that now although at the time I did not notice it. I… — Marguerite Young Copy Share Image
“Once when Newton was away from his astronomical laboratory, he had returned to find that his little poodle dog Diamond had torn into shreds… — Marguerite Young Copy Share Image
If you know anything about James Whitcomb Riley, you know that Little Orphan Annie is one of the most fantastic characters who ever lived… — Marguerite Young Copy Share Image
There were also some cruel reviews by women, but the tone of the male reviewers, sometimes hysterical, was different. I have suffered, but I… — Marguerite Young Copy Share Image
I try to teach my students style, but always as a part of life, not as ornament. Style has to come out of communicating… — Marguerite Young Copy Share Image
I've been willing to go for years without publishing. That's been my career. — Marguerite Young Copy Share Image
I don't believe there can be a poetic novel without political consciousness. I have a strong political conscience. — Marguerite Young Copy Share Image
I would teach from nine to four, sleep an hour, and write from six until midnight, night after night. — Marguerite Young Copy Share Image
The first money I ever had was when I received an award from the American Association of University Women. — Marguerite Young Copy Share Image
“The bus-driver was whistling, perhaps in anticipation of his wife, who would be a woman with ample breasts, those of a realized maturity. It… — Marguerite Young Copy Share Image
