“So long as a novelist works selfishly for the pleasure of creating character and situation corresponding to his own illusions, ideals and intuitions, he will always produce something worth while and natural. Directly he takes himself too seriously and begins for the alleged benefit of humanity an elaborate dissection of complexes, he evolves a book that is more ridiculous and tiresome than the most conventional cold cream girl novel of yesterday.” LongBookCharacterHumanityGirlNaturalPleasureSituationNovelProduceColdBenefitsCreatingIllusionIdealsComplexesIntuitionRidiculousYesterdayEvolveNovelistsConventionalCreamCorrespondingTiresomeDissectionCreating Characters Book:Willa Cather in person: interviews, speeches, and letters Source: Willa Cather in person: interviews, speeches, and letters
“Where I lived - winter and hard earth.I sat in my cold stone roomchoosing tough words, granite, flint,to break the ice. My broken heart -I tried that, but it skimmed,flat, over the frozen lake.She came from a long, long way,but I saw her at last, walking,my daughter, my girl, across the fields,In bare feet, bringing all spring's flowersto her mother's house. I swearthe air softened and warmed as she moved,the blue sky smiling, none too soon,with the small shy mouth of a new moon.” WayHeartLongHardEarthLastsMotherGirlHouseBreakSawsAirFeetSkyFieldsBrokenColdWalkingMoonSpringMouthsDaughterToughStonesBlueMovedWinterIceSatLakesShyFlatsMy DaughterFrozenLong WayBlue SkyMy GirlNew MoonGraniteBare FeetFrozen Lake Author:Carol Ann Duffy