American - Author | December 7, 1873 - April 24, 1947
The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world.
Willa Cather
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What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
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Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
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The fact that I was a girl never damaged my ambitions to be a pope or an emperor.
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There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.
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The condition every art requires is, not so much freedom from restriction, as freedom from adulteration and from the intrusion of foreign matter.
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Every artist makes himself born. It is very much harder than the other time, and longer.
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The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.
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Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.
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No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person.
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To note an artist's limitations is but to define his talent. A reporter can write equally well about everything that is presented to his view, but a creative writer can do his best only with what lies within the range and character of his deepest sympathies.
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Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.
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