Sinclair Lewis

Upon this theology he rarely pondered. The kernel of his practical religion was that it was respectable, and beneficial to one's business, to be seen going to services; that the church kept the Worst Elements from being still worse; and that the pastor's sermons, however dull they might seem at the time of taking, yet had a voodooistic power which 'did a fellow good-- kept him in touch with Higher Things.

Intellectually I know that America is no better than any other country; emotionally I know she is better than every other country.

Writers kid themselves-about themselves and other people. Take the talk about writing methods. Writing is just work-there's no secret. If you dictate or use a pen or type with your toes-it is just work.

She did her work with the thoroughness of a mind which reveres details and never quite understands them.

Writing is just work-there's no secret. If you dictate or use a pen or type or write with your toes-it's still just work.

It is, I think, an error to believe that there is any need of religion to make life seem worth living.

There are dozens of young poets and fictioneers most of them a little insane in the tradition of James Joyce, who, however insane they may be, have refused to be genteel and traditional and dull.

When audiences come to see us authors lecture, it is largely in the hope that we'll be funnier to look at than to read.

Whatever the misery, he could not regain contentment with a world which, once doubted, became absurd.

It is one of the major tragedies that nothing is more discomforting than the hearty affection of the Old Friends who never were friends.

She was snatched back from a dream of far countries, and found herself on Main Street.

You," Said Dr. Yavitch, "are a middle-road liberal, and you haven't the slightest idea what you want. I, being a revolutionist, know exactly what I want -- and what I want now is a drink.

Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.

When facism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the American flag.

There are two insults no human being will endure: that he has no sense of humor, and that he has never known trouble.

Thus Carol hit upon the tragedy of old age, which is not that it is less vigorous than youth, but that it is not needed by youth.

Damn the great executives, the men of measured merriment, damn the men with careful smiles oh, damn their measured merriment.

We'd get sick on too many cookies, but ever so much sicker on no cookies at all.

Every man is a king so long as he has someone to look down on.