The disease we all have and that we have to fight against all our lives is ... the disease of self.
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 AndersonIf people did not want their stories told, it would be better for them to keep away from me.
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 Anderson