#k

I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#because #cannot #chopin #him #i

It is with pain that I read of the dire effects of my book upon the minds of young girls. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#dire #effects #i #minds #pain

Just why I sent it to the publishers would be hard to say, but when I had finished it I felt that it was literature, because it is real and because it was well written. And I know that the world wants such things. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#felt #finished #had #hard #i

Parents can plant magic in a child's mind through certain words spoken with some thrilling quality of voice, some uplift of the heart and spirit. ↗

— Robert MacNeil

#child #heart #magic #mind #parents

The book, you understand, was not written for publication. It was the portrayal of my emotions, the analysis of my own soul life during three months of my nineteenth year. I wrote then all the time, just as I do now, but, though the book is in diary form, it is not a diary. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#book #diary #during #emotions #form

The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#like #little #marsh #mint #white

When I was three years old I was taken with my family to a little town in Western Minnesota, where I lived a more or less vapid and ordinary life until I was ten. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#i #less #life #little #little town

When I wrote my book I wanted to love someone. I wanted to be in love. Now I know that I shall never be in love - and I no longer wish to be. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#i #know #longer #love #never

You may think me crude, and probably I am crude, but I am not so crude as I was, for I am clever enough to see that the girl of nineteen who thought herself a genius was only an unusual girl writing her heart out. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#clever #crude #enough #genius #girl

Journalism is concerned with events, poetry with feelings. Journalism is concerned with the look of the world, poetry with the feel of the world. ↗

— Archibald MacLeish

#events #feel #feelings #journalism #look