I sat staring up at a shelf in my workroom from which thirty-one books identically dressed in neat dark green leather stared back at me with a sort of cold hostility like children who resent their parents. Don't stare at us like that! they said. Don't blame us if we didn't turn out to be the perfection you expected. We didn't ask to be brought into the world.
Edna FerberA writer's working hours are his waking hours. He is working as long as he is conscious and frequently when he isn't.
Edna FerberIf it's freedom you want, come to Texas. No one there tells you what to do and how you have to do it.
Edna Ferber