Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. – Willa Cather
The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is. – Willa Cather
All the intelligence and talent in the world cant make a singer. The voice is a wild thing. It cant be bred in captivity. It is a sport, like the silver fox. It happens. – Willa Cather
Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen. – Willa Cather