Quotes from Edna Ferber

A closed mind is a dying mind.

I am not belittling the brave pioneer men but the sunbonnet as well as the sombrero has helped to settle this glorious land of ours.

People in big empty places are likely to behave very much as the gods did on Olympus.

Living in the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causes you to bump into people not going your way.

Life cannot defeat a writer who is in love with writing - for life itself is a writer's love until death.

The feminine in the man is the sugar in the whisky. The masculine in the woman is the yeast in the bread. Without these ingredients the result is flat, without tang or flavor.

If men ever discovered how tough women actually are, they would be scared to death.

Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets.

Writers should be read but not seen. Rarely are they a winsome sight.

Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle.

If American politics are too dirty for women to take part in, there's something wrong with American politics.

Housework's the hardest work in the world. That's why men won't do it.

Most of the men regarded Europe as a wine list. In their mental geography Rheims, Rhine, Moselle, Bordeaux, Champagne, or Würzburg were not localities but libations.

That just goes to show, remarked Pearlie, that you must never judge a woman in a kimono or a bathing suit.

Any garment which is cut to fit you is much more becoming, even if it is not so splendid as a garment which has been cut to fit somebody not of your stature.

I'm tired of hearing you men say that this and that and the other isn't woman's work. Any work is woman's work that a woman can do well.

A woman can look both moral and exciting... if she also looks as if it was quite a struggle.

The goat's business is none of the sheep's concern.

Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.

It's terrible to realize you don't learn how to live until you're ready to die and, then it's too late.

Life can't ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death--fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous constant.