Her thoughts ran away to her girlhood with its passionate longing for adventure and she remembered the arms of men that had held her when adventure was a possible thing for her. Particularly she remembered one who had for a time been her lover and who in the moment of his passion had cried out to her more than a hundred times, saying the same words madly over and over: "You dear! You dear! You lovely dear!" The words, she thought, expressed something she would have liked to have achieved in life.

Sherwood Anderson

The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself.

Sherwood Anderson

save-yourself art-is art

I think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others.

Sherwood Anderson

writing lying thinking

The lives of people are like young trees in a forest. They are being choked by climbing vines. The vines are old thoughts and beliefs planted by dead men.

Sherwood Anderson

climbing men life

The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor.

Sherwood Anderson

courses alive people

You won’t arrive. It is an endless search.

Sherwood Anderson

endless

The life of reality is confused, disorderly, almost always without apparent purpose, whereas in the artist's imaginative life there is purpose. There is determination to give the tale, the song, the painting, form -- to make it true and real to the theme, not to life.

Sherwood Anderson

determination song art

There is within every human being a deep well of thinking over which a heavy iron lid is kept clamped.

Sherwood Anderson

iron heavy thinking

Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.

Sherwood Anderson

courageous venture strong

Interest in the lives of others, the high evaluation of these lives, what are they but the overflow of the interest a man finds in himself, the value he attributes to his own being?.

Sherwood Anderson

evaluation acceptance men

The whole object of education is...to develop the mind. The mind should be a thing that works.

Sherwood Anderson

should mind education

I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.

Sherwood Anderson

envy horse sick

If I can write everything out plainly, perhaps I will myself understand better what has happened.

Sherwood Anderson

happened ifs writing

If people did not want their stories told, it would be better for them to keep away from me.

Sherwood Anderson

would-be stories people

I have seldom written a story, long or short, that I did not have to write and rewrite. There are single stories of mine that have taken me ten or twelve years to get written.

Sherwood Anderson

taken writing years

It may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.

Sherwood Anderson

moments may life

If you are to become a writer you'll have to stop fooling with words.

Sherwood Anderson

ifs writing

The fools who write articles about me think that one morning I suddenly decided to write and began to produce masterpieces. There is no special trick about writing, or painting either. I wrote constantly for 15 years before I produced anything with any solidity to it.

Sherwood Anderson

writing morning thinking

I wanted to run away from everything but I wanted to run towards something too.

Sherwood Anderson

running-away wanted running

I think you know that when an American stays away from New York too long something happens to him. Perhaps he becomes a little provincial, a little dead and afraid.

Sherwood Anderson

new-york long thinking

There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood.

Sherwood Anderson

lines views boys