Mary Roberts Rinehart
Mary Roberts Rinehart
Mary Roberts Rinehartwas an American writer, often called the American Agatha Christie, although her first mystery novel was published 14 years before Christie's first novel in 1922...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 August 1876
CountryUnited States of America
children growing-up moving
The great God endows His children variously. To some He gives intellect...and they move the earth. To some He allots heart...and the beating pulse of humanity is theirs. But to some He gives only a soul, without intelligence...and these, who never grow up, but remain always His children, are God's fools, kindly, elemental, simple, as if from His palette the Artist of all has taken one color instead of many.
memories confused moving
[When working on a book] I have an almost complete detachment from the world I live in, a sort of armor against distraction. I talk to people, move about, appear on the surface much as usual. But later on I have only a confused memory of what has happened during that period.
moving mind barns
having considerable mind, changing it became almost as ponderous an operation as moving a barn, although not nearly so stable.
lying team moving
Used to move so much, every time the chickens saw the team put in the wagon, they'd lie down on their backs and hold their legs up to be tied!
weapons world ridicule
The greatest weapon in the world ... is ridicule.
lasts firsts haste
the theater is the only money-making business I know in which haste apparently rules from first to last.
fall rain unjust
Suspicion is like the rain. It falls on the just and on the unjust.
curiosity unbearable hunger
There is a point at which curiosity becomes unbearable, when it becomes an obsession, like hunger.
courage men coward
It is only in his head that man is heroic; in the pit of his stomach he is always a coward.
essence essence-of-life conflict
Conflict is the very essence of life.
class hatred steps
From class consciousness to class hatred was but a step.
christmas heart might
Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.
boredom calm resurrection
the calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.
honest autobiography
there is no truly honest autobiography.