Edna Ferber
Edna Ferber
Edna Ferberwas an American novelist, short story writer and playwright. Her novels were especially popular and included the Pulitzer Prize-winning So Big, Show Boat, Cimarron, and Giant...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth15 August 1887
CityKalamazoo, MI
CountryUnited States of America
marriage hurt stars
Wasn't marriage, like life, unstimulating and unprofitable and somewhat empty when too well ordered and protected and guarded. Wasn't it finer, more splendid, more nourishing, when it was, like life itself, a mixture of the sordid and the magnificent; of mud and stars; of earth and flowers; of love and hate and laughter and tears and ugliness and beauty and hurt.
adventure baghdad happens
But almost any place is Baghdad if you don't know what will happen in it.
country interesting may
There is an interesting resemblance in the speeches of dictators, no matter what country they may hail from or what language they may speak.
baseball dirty men
Any man who can look handsome in a dirty baseball suit is an Adonis. There is something about the baggy pants, and the Micawber-shaped collar, and the skull-fitting cap, and the foot or so of tan, or blue, or pink undershirt sleeve sticking out at the arms, that just naturally kills a man's best points.
letting-go new-year years
celebratin' New Year's Eve is like eatin' oranges. You got to let go your dignity t' really enjoy 'em.
too-late realizing terrible
It's terrible to realize that you don't learn how to live until you're ready to die; and, then it's too late.
witty writing profound
writers of novels are so busy being solitary that they haven't time to meet one another. But then, a writer learns nothing from a writer, conversationally. If a writer has anything witty, profound or quotable to say he doesn't say it. He's no fool. He writes it.
writing years done
I don't know what it is that makes a writer go to his desk in his shut-off room day after day after year after year unless it is the sure knowledge that not to have done the daily stint of writing that day is infinitely more agonizing than to write.
war gun age
When a new post-war generation has grown to puberty and to youth and to manhood and womanhood, it should read, and it should be realistically told, of the futility, the idiocy, the utter depravity of war. For that matter, this instruction could begin at the age of six with the taking of those toy guns out of those toy holsters and throwing them in the ash-cans where they belong.
children book dark
I sat staring up at a shelf in my workroom from which thirty-one books identically dressed in neat dark green leather stared back at me with a sort of cold hostility like children who resent their parents. Don't stare at us like that! they said. Don't blame us if we didn't turn out to be the perfection you expected. We didn't ask to be brought into the world.
play sauce
There's no sauce for play like work.
mistake people mad
About mistakes it's funny. You got to make your own; and not only that, if you try to keep people from making theirs they get mad.
girl night two
There are ... just two kinds of girls. Those who go down town Saturday nights, and those who don't.
smart towns serious
The small town smart set is deadly serious about its smartness.