Edna Ferber

But always, to her, red and green cabbages were to be jade and burgundy, chrysoprase and prophyry. Life has no weapons against a woman like that.

Life can't defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death.

It's terrible to realize you don't learn how to live until you're ready to die, and then it's too late.

Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.

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, a sense of injustice-they all make fine fuel.