But to make the intangible tangible, to pick the emotion out of the air and make it true for others, is both the blessing and the curse of the writer, for the thing between book covers is never as beautiful as the thing he imagined.
Readers themselves, I think, contribute to a book. They add their own imaginations, and it is as though the writer only gave them something to work o… - Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
Readers themselves, I think, contribute to a book. They add their own imaginations, and it is as though the writer only gave them something to work o…
- Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
A man'll seem like a person to a woman, year in, year out. She'll put up and she'll put up. Then one day he'll do something maybe no worse than what … - Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
A man'll seem like a person to a woman, year in, year out. She'll put up and she'll put up. Then one day he'll do something maybe no worse than what …
It's very important to be just to other people. It takes years and years of living to learn that injustice against oneself is always unimportant. - Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
It's very important to be just to other people. It takes years and years of living to learn that injustice against oneself is always unimportant.
But to make the intangible tangible, to pick the emotion out of the air and make it true for others, is both the blessing and the curse of the writer… - Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
But to make the intangible tangible, to pick the emotion out of the air and make it true for others, is both the blessing and the curse of the writer…
Information can be passed from one to another, like a silver dollar. There's absolutely no wisdom except what you learn for yourself. - Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
Information can be passed from one to another, like a silver dollar. There's absolutely no wisdom except what you learn for yourself.
Writing is agony for me. I work at it eight hours every day, hoping to get six pages, but I am satisfied with three. - Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
Writing is agony for me. I work at it eight hours every day, hoping to get six pages, but I am satisfied with three.
Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer. - Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer.
Food imaginatively and lovingly prepared, and eaten in good company, warms the being with something more than the mere intake of calories. I cannot c… - Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
Food imaginatively and lovingly prepared, and eaten in good company, warms the being with something more than the mere intake of calories. I cannot c…
Magic birds were dancing in the mystic marsh. The grass swayed with them, and the shallow waters, and the earth fluttered under them. The earth was d… - Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
Magic birds were dancing in the mystic marsh. The grass swayed with them, and the shallow waters, and the earth fluttered under them. The earth was d…
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