Just why I sent it to the publishers would be hard to say, but when I had finished it I felt that it was literature, because it is real and because it was well written. And I know that the world wants such things.

I have read of women who have been strongly, grandly brave. Sometimes I have dreamed that I might be brave. The possibilities of this life are magnificent.

Some people say that beauty is a curse. It may be true, but I'm sure I should not have at all minded being cursed a little.

at this point I meet Me face to face. I am Mary MacLane: of no importance to the wide bright world and dearly and damnably important to Me.

I want to write such things as compel the admiring acclamation of the world at large, such things as are written but once in years, things subtle but distinctly different from the books written every day.

The art of Good Eating has two essential points: one must eat only when one is hungry, and one must take small bites.

I am lithe, but fragile from constant involuntary self-analysis.