If people did not want their stories told, it would be better for them to keep away from me.
Sherwood AndersonThe disease we all have and that we have to fight against all our lives is ... the disease of self.
Sherwood AndersonI had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.
Sherwood AndersonAs time passed and he grew to know people better, he began to think of himself as an extraordinary man, one set apart from his fellows. He wanted terribly to make his life a thing of great importance, and as he looked about at his fellow men and saw how like clods they lived it seemed to him that he could not bear to become also such a clod.
Sherwood AndersonThe fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn't that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the darkness beyond the Fair Ground water dripped from the black trees.
Sherwood Anderson