Marriage is not for me. I tell you that I am Blank Verse. I am talent, and I do not rhyme with Love. I am talent and I do not rhyme with man.

- Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

lips all crude scarlet, and eyes as absurdly big and round as a child's good-by kiss.

- Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

Love was a fever that came along a few years after chicken-pox and measles and scarlet fever.

- Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

The Pretty Lady's brains were almost entirely in her fingers.

- Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

Supplementing the far, remote Glory-of-God expression in his face, the glory-of-doughnuts shone suddenly very warmly.

- Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

I wish I could have lived just one day when the world was new. I wish—I wish I could have reaped just one single, solitary, big Emotion before the wo…

- Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

I have a theory that no child ever does outgrow its ungratified legitimate desires; though subsequent maturity may bring him to the point where his o…

- Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

And while you and the rest of your kind are battling together-year after year-for this special privilege of being 'bored to death,' the 'real girl' t…

- Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

If Beauty is excuse enough for Being, it sure takes Plainness then to feel the real necessity for—Doing.

- Eleanor Hallowell Abbott