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.
Edna FerberA story must simmer in its own juice for months or even years before it's ready to serve.
Edna FerberBeing an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle.
Edna FerberWasn't marriage, like life, unstimulating and unprofitable and somewhat empty when too well ordered and protected and guarded. Wasn't it finer, more splendid, more nourishing, when it was, like life itself, a mixture of the sordid and the magnificent; of mud and stars; of earth and flowers; of love and hate and laughter and tears and ugliness and beauty and hurt.
Edna Ferber