Mary MacLane Quotes, Sayings, Remarks, Thoughts and Speeches
Mary MacLane Quotes and Sayings
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Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.
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Genius of a kind has always been with me; an empty heart that has taken on a certain wooden quality; an excellent, strong woman's body and a pitiably starved soul.
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I am a genius. Then it amused me to keep saying so, but now it does not. I expected to be happy sometime. Now I know I shall never be.
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I do not see any beauty in self-restraint.
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I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.
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I have never read a line of Walt Whitman.
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I love devils.
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I never give my real self. I have a hundred sides, and I turn first one way and then the other. I am playing a deep game. I have a number of strong cards up my sleeve. I have never been myself, excepting to two friends.
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I read of the Kalamazoo girl who killed herself after reading the book. I am not at all surprised. She lived in Kalamazoo, for one thing, and then she read the book.
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I want fame more than I can tell. But more than I want fame I want happiness.
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I want to live quietly.
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I want to write such things as compel the admiring acclamation of the world at large, such things as are written but once in years, things subtle but distinctly different from the books written every day.
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I was born to be alone, and I always shall be; but now I want to be.
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I would rather be a fairly happy wife and mother.
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I've never made plans for more than a day ahead.
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It is with pain that I read of the dire effects of my book upon the minds of young girls.
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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.
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Let me but make a beginning, let me but strike the world in a vulnerable spot, and I can take it by storm.
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My intention to lecture is as vague as my intention is to go on the stage. I will never consider an offer to lecture, not because I despise the vocation, but because I have no desire to appear on the public rostrum.
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Of poets I put Virgil first - he was greatest.
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One must always say things that aim to interest, because in the world one must after all pay for one's keep.
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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.
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The only joy I had was writing what was. That book was. It no longer amuses me to be all the things I was when I wrote that. But it is my story as I was then.
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The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn.
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There is really no right and wrong. I recognize no right and wrong.
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Well, if I am not vulgar, neither is my book. I wrote myself. Suggestiveness is always vulgar. But truth never. My book is not even remotely suggestive. I call things by their names. That is all.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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