It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.
Sherwood AndersonI think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others.
Sherwood AndersonI go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.
Sherwood AndersonWhen a man publishes a book, there are so many stupid things said that he declares he'll never do it again. The praise is almost always worse than the criticism.
Sherwood Anderson