I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived. – Willa Cather
Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen. – Willa Cather
I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived. – Willa Cather
Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen. – Willa Cather
What was any art but a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself — life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose. – Willa Cather
The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand. – Willa Cather