Sherwood Anderson
Sherwood Anderson
Sherwood Andersonwas an American novelist and short story writer, known for subjective and self-revealing works. Self-educated, he rose to become a successful copywriter and business owner in Cleveland and Elyria, Ohio. In 1912, Anderson had a nervous breakdown that led him to abandon his business and family to become a writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth13 September 1876
CityCamden, OH
CountryUnited States of America
You can make it all right if you will only be satisfied to remain small," I told myself. I had to keep saying it over and over to myself. "Be little. Don't try to be big. Work under the guns. Be a little worm in the fair apple of life.
Draw, draw, hundreds of drawings. Try to remain humble. Smartness kills everything.
That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they were all beautiful.
Many people must live and die alone, even in Winesburg.
In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited. In the mind of each was the same thought. "I have come to this lonely place and here is this other," was the substance of the thing felt.
I'll do something, get into some kind of work where talk don't count. Maybe I'll just be a mechanic in a shop. I don't know. I guess I don't care much. I just want to work and keep quiet. That's all I've got in mind.
People keep on getting married. Evidently hope is eternal in the human breast.
It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.
...she thought that something unexpressed in herself came forth and became a part of an unexpressed something in them.
I wanted to run away from everything but I wanted to run towards something too.
The disease we all have and that we have to fight against all our lives is ... the disease of self ...
Above all avoid taking the advice of men who have no brains and do not know what they are talking about.
He thought about himself and to the young that always brings sadness.
Father was made for romance. For him there was no such thing as a fact.