Dawn Powell
Dawn Powell
Dawn Powellwas an American writer of novels and stories...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth28 November 1896
CountryUnited States of America
cities majors
There is really one city for everyone just as there is one major love.
writing people satire
Satire is people as they are; romanticism, people as they would like to be; realism, people as they seem with their insides left out.
new-york home cities
There is something more annoying than pleasant in finding neighbors from back home chiselling in on your own exclusive New York. It mitigates your triumph in having conquered the great city and brings home the ungratifying truth that anyone can do it.
laughter oxygen
I cannot exist without the oxygen of laughter.
love beautiful unbroken
Hold fast to whatever fragments of love that exist, for sometimes a mosaic is more beautiful than an unbroken pattern.
mind overboard capacity
A capacity for going overboard is a requisite for a full-grown mind.
ohio ifs
All Americans come from Ohio originally, if only briefly.
age ingredients dupes
The human comedy is always tragic, but since its ingredients are always the same - dupe, fox, straight, like burlesque skits - the repetition through the ages is comedy.
kissing night hands
I want so much for my lover. At night when our beds are drawn close together I waken and see his dear yellow head on the pillow - sometimes his arm thrown over on my bed - and I kiss his hand, very softly so that it will not waken him.
running book track
A novel is like a gland pill - it nips off the cream of my hysterics and gets them running on track in a book where they belong instead of rioting all over my person.
artist people needs
The artist who really loves people loves them so well the way they are he sees no need to disguise their characteristics-he loves them whole, without retouching. Yet the word used for this unqualifying affection is 'cynicism'.
rushing peaceful contentment
Yet better for one of my nature to have it that way than to have life a peaceful, placid flow of quiet contentment. I must have days of rushing excitement.
new-york garden glasses
An evening up on the Empire State roof-the strangest experience. The huge tomb in steel and glass, the ride to the 84th floor and there, under the clouds, a Hawaiian string quartet, lounge, concessions and, a thousand feet below, New York-a garden of golden lights winking on and off, automobiles, trucks winding in and out, and not a sound. All as silent as a dead city-and it looks adagio down there.
gossip people village
A writer's business is minding other people's business ... all the vices of the village gossip are the virtues of the writer.