There are only two kinds of people in the world that really count. One kind's wheat and the other kind's emeralds. — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
The astronomers tell us that other planets are gifted with two - four - even nine lavish moons. Imagine the romantic possibilities… — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
There are ... just two kinds of girls. Those who go down town Saturday nights, and those who don't. — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
There are two ways of doing battle against Disgrace. You may live it down; or you may run away from it and… — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
People in big empty places are likely to behave very much as the gods did on Olympus. — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
Housework's the hardest work in the world. That's why men won't do it. — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
It was part of theTexas ritual? We know about champagne and caviar but we talk hog and hominy. — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
It's terrible to realize that you don't learn how to live until you're ready to die; and, then it's too late. — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
I sometimes wonder ... if the land is not destroying the people who inhabit it as the people who inhabit it are destroying the… — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
All the difference in the world between the movies and the thrill I get out of a play at the theater. Ay, yes! Like… — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
It's difficult to write a really good short story because it must be a complete and finished reflection of life with only a few… — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
Now gae your wa'sTho'anes as gude As ever happit flesh and blude, Yet part we maunthe case sae hard is, Amang the writers and… — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
But I have felt that to be a Jew was, in some ways at least, to be especially privileged. — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
I think in order to write really well and convincingly, one must be somewhat poisoned by emotion, dislike, displeasure, resentment, fault-finding, imagination, passionate remonstrance,… — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
“Then there were long, lazy summer afternoons when there was nothing to do but read. And dream. And watch the town go by to… — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
