Thea was still under the belief that public opinion could be placated; that if you clucked often enough, the hens would mistake you for one of themselves.
Willa CatherThe two friends stood for a few moments on the windy street corner, not speaking a word, as two travelers, who have lost their way, sometimes stand and admit their perplexity in silence. (O Pioneers!)
Willa CatherI don't want anyone reading my writing to think about style. I just want them to be in the story.
Willa CatherToo much detail is apt, like any other form of extravagance, to become slightly vulgar.
Willa Cather