Women have no wilderness in them. They are provident instead content in the tight hot cell of their hearts. To eat dusty bread. – Louise Bogan
The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie. – Louise Bogan
Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier. – Louise Bogan
But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell. – Louise Bogan
A lot of the songs start with an image. I was sitting there playing the guitar and I pictured this old, dirty green car, with the window rolled down, in the hot, hot, hot Texas heat, and this beautiful woman I knew when I was a kid sitting behind the wheel, looking out at me. – Edie Brickell