Quotes About Author

I don't understand it. What can there be in a simple little story like that to make people praise it so?" she said, quite bewildered. "There is truth in it, Jo, that's the secret.

Genius. Don't you wish you could give it to me, Laurie? And she slyly smiled in his disappointed face.

capricious impulse, and, withdrawing

for to be independent and earn the praise of those she loved were the dearest wishes of her heart

the smile vanished, and presently a tear lay shining on the window ledge. Beth whisked it off, and

George is regularly jolly; though now he's a minister

The great novelist vibrated between two decanters with the regularity of a pendulum.

Dirty old hole, isn't it? The dirt is picturesque so I don't mind.

Small bookstores have the romance of doomed intimate spaces about to be erased by unfettered capitalism.

It seemed to her that almost any pain was sympathetic to her loss and she inserted herself immediately into the concept of fantastic suffering.

What I'm trying to say is that a certain sentence of the book—a written sentence, a very powerful sentence—killed Flora.' Louise was silent. After a few moments she spoke. 'I wish I could write a sentence like that.

The pleasure of this sort of life-bookish, she supposed it might be called, a reading life- had made her isolation into a rich and even subversive thing.

Doubleday wanted to replace the image of the forbidding Rockefeller with that of the easygoing man he had come to know.

While briefly serving on the Spelman board of trustees, he preferred to remain slightly detached and subtly enigmatic, never telegraphing his plans too far in advance.

There was now enormous British ambivalence toward Pierpont.

Although he never set eyes on the Italian Renaissance building

Pierpont was a lonely man, and fame probably only deepened his isolation.

To strangers and the press, he never spoke of his father as anything but a fine, upstanding figure.

Always on good terms with Rockefeller, Twain thought he deserved a fair hearing from the press and was sure he would make a good impression on the publishers.

Finally, he [John F. Mercer] ridiculed Hamilton as an upstart, a mushroom excrescence, who did not deserve the prominence he had gained.

Yet this was not a feasible option, since he could not do so without shocking Margaret and betraying his own shameful bigamy.

So long as McKinley was in the White House, Rockefeller had implicit faith that his business interests would be safeguarded.

He identified many critics as competing refiners who had foolishly taken cash instead of Standard Oil stock for their plants.

Had there been management consultants in those days, they couldn't have devised a better or wiser compromise.