Quotes from Susan Glaspell

Be the most you can be, so life will be more because you were. Susan Glaspell, author

They made small effort to cover their raw souls with the mantle of commonplace words.

We are living now. We shall not live long. No one should tell us we shall live again. This is our little while. This is our chance.

It was all very unmaidenly, of course; but maidenly is a word love and life and desire may crowd from the page.

Nothing here but kitchen things.

They wonder if she was going to quilt it or just knot it! (The men laugh, the women look abashed.)

She murmured a 'Thank you', seated herself and her buried hopes in this chair which did not whirl round, and leaned her arms upon a table which did not even dream in mahogany.

and most of all she wondered about the man at the next table whose voice was like... like a dream which she did not know that she had dreamed.

Ah, dreams which even thoughts must not touch - so wonderful and sacred they were.

this is cherries, too. (looking again) I declare I believe that's the only one.

She used to wear pretty clothes and be lively, when she was Minnie Foster, one of the town girls singing in the choir. But that—oh, that was thirty years ago.

I wonder if she was goin' to quilt it or just knot it?

All the rest of it has been so nice and even. And look at this! It's all over the place! Why, it looks as if she didn't know what she was about! (After she has said this they look at each other, then start to glance back at the door. After an instant MRS HALE has pulled at a knot and ripped the sewing.)

I—I've never liked this place. Maybe because it's down in a hollow and you don't see the road.

But he was a hard man, Mrs Peters. Just to pass the time of day with him—(shivers) Like a raw wind that gets to the bone,

She—come to think of it, she was kind of like a bird herself—real sweet and pretty, but kind of timid and—fluttery.

No, Wright wouldn't like the bird—a thing that sang. She used to sing. He killed that, too.

Little dictionary sprite, sunshine vendor, and girl to be loved.

Come, little one, and let us learn of love.

We all go through the same things - it's just a different kind of the same thing

though I said to Harry that I didn't know as what his wife wanted made much difference to John—

She moved from that chair to this one over here (pointing to a small chair in the corner)

You're convinced that there was nothing important here—nothing that would point to any motive. SHERIFF: Nothing here but kitchen things.

After all, you didn't stay what your people were. No, it was what you were yourself that counted - why, that was the very foundation of America, thought Brook.