Gertrude Stein
Gertrude Stein
Gertrude Steinwas an American novelist, poet, playwright and art collector. Born in the Allegheny West neighborhood of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and raised in Oakland, California, Stein moved to Paris in 1903, and made France her home for the remainder of her life. She hosted a Paris salon, where the leading figures in modernism in literature and art would meet, such as Pablo Picasso, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sinclair Lewis, Ezra Pound, and Henri Matisse...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth3 February 1874
CityPittsburgh, PA
CountryUnited States of America
You are all a lost generation.
I certainly do care for you Jeff Campbell less than you are always thinking and much more than you are ever knowing
In America, everybody is, but some are more than others.
You have to know what you want. And if it seems to take you off the track, don't hold back, because perhaps that is instinctively where you want to be. And if you hold back and try to be always where you have been before, you will go dry.
In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.
Why should a sequence of words be anything but a pleasure?
It is the soothing thing about history that it does repeat itself.
You are extraordinary within your limits, but your limits are extraordinary!
Love: the skillful audacity required to share an inner life.
I really do not know that anything has ever been more exciting than diagramming sentences.
I have always noticed that in portraits of really great writers the mouth is always firmly closed.
It is awfully important to know what is and what is not your business
Argument is to me the air I breathe. Given any proposition, I cannot help believing the other side and defending it.
After all everybody, that is, everybody who writes is interested in living inside themselves in order to tell what is inside themselves. That is why writers have to have two countries, the one where they belong and the one in which they live really. The second one is romantic, is is separate from themselves, it is not real but it is really there.