One summer evening in the year 1848, three Cardinals and a missionary were dining together in the gardens of a villa in… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
It has long been a tradition among novel writers that a book must end by everybody getting just what they wanted, or… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
A soup like this is not the work of one man. It is the result of a constantly refined tradition. There are… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to be… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
One afternoon late in October of the year 1697, Euclide Auclair, the philosopher apothecary of Quebec, stood on the top of Cap… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
[Mark Twain] is still the rough, awkward, good-natured boy who swore at the deck hands when he was three years old. Thoroughly… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
If you don't keep and guard and mature your force, and above all, have time and quiet to perfect your work, you… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Look at my papa here; he's been dead all these years, and yet he is more real to me than almost anybody… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Thirty or forty years ago, in one those grey towns along the Burlington railroad which are so much greyer to-day than they… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The idea of you is a part of my mind; you influence my likes and dislikes, all my tastes, hundreds of times… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Success is less interesting than struggle. There is great pleasure in the effort. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“I only knew the schoolbooks said he "died in the wilderness, of a broken heart." "More than him has done that," said Antonia sadly,… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Have the last word ma'm," he said cheerfully. "It's a lady's privilege.” — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
"More than him has done that," said Antonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Nothing mattered ... but writing books, and living the kind of life that made it possible to write them. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Money and office and success are the consolations of impotence. Fortune turns kind to such solid people and lets them suck their bone in… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
But she still had that something which fires the imagination, could still stop one's breath for a moment by a look or gesture that… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“You remember how homesick I used to get, and what long talks we used to have coming from school? We've someway always felt alike… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“He placed this book in my grandmother's hands, looked at her entreatingly, and said, with an earnestness which I shall never forget, "Te-e-ach, te-e-ach… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The sincerity of feeling that is possible between a writer and a reader is one of the finest things I know. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
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