Willa Cather Quotes

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Willa Cather
“Pittsburgh was even more vital, more creative, more hungry for culture than New York. Pittsburgh was the birthplace of my writing.”
Willa Cather

Sylvia Plath
“But the life of a Willa Cather, a Lillian Helman, and Virginia Woolf - - - would it not be a series of rapid ascents and probing descents into shades and meanings — into more people, ideas and conceptions? Would it not be in color, rather than black-and-white, or more gray? I think it would. And thus, I not being them, could try to be more like them: to listen, observe, and feel, and try to live more fully.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Willa Cather
“At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.”
Willa Cather, My Ántonia

Truman Capote
“she wanted to know what American writers I liked. "Hawthorne, Henry James, Emily Dickinson…" "No, living." Ah, well, hmm, let's see: how difficult, the rival factor being what it is, for a contemporary author, or would-be author, to confess admiration for another. At last I said, "Not Hemingway—a really dishonest man, the closet-everything. Not Thomas Wolfe—all that purple upchuck; of course, he isn't living. Faulkner, sometimes: Light in August. Fitzgerald, sometimes: Diamond as Big as the Ritz, Tender Is the Night. I really like Willa Cather. Have you read My Mortal Enemy?" With no particular expression, she said, "Actually, I wrote it.”
Truman Capote, Portraits and Observations: The Essays of Truman Capote

Truman Capote
“Thackeray's a good writer and Flaubert is a great artist. Trollope is a good writer and Dickens is a great artist. Colette is a very good writer and Proust is a great artist. Katherine Anne Porter was an extremely good writer and Willa Cather was a great artist.”
Truman Capote, Conversations with Capote

Willa Cather
“Miracles surround us at every turn, if we but sharpen our perceptions to them.”
Willa Cather

Joan Acocella
“Art, like Nebraska, is a journey into thin air, a walk into whiteness, where you lose everything but yourself.”
Joan Acocella, Willa Cather and the Politics of Criticism

Willa Cather
“This is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.”
Willa Cather, My Ántonia