Well, if I am not vulgar, neither is my book. I wrote myself. Suggestiveness is always vulgar. But truth never. My book is not even remotely suggestive. I call things by their names. That is all.
Mary MacLaneI can think of nothing in the world like the utter littleness, the paltriness, the contemptibleness, the degradation, of the woman who is tied down under a roof with a man who is really nothing to her; who wears the manโs name, who bears the manโs children โ who plays the virtuous woman. . . . May I never, I say, become that abnormal merciless animal, that deformed monstrosity โ a virtuous woman.
Mary MacLaneI consider calmly the question of how much evil I should need to kill off my finer feelings.
Mary MacLaneI read of the Kalamazoo girl who killed herself after reading the book. I am not at all surprised. She lived in Kalamazoo, for one thing, and then she read the book.
Mary MacLane