Edna Ferber
Edna Ferber
Edna Ferberwas an American novelist, short story writer and playwright. Her novels were especially popular and included the Pulitzer Prize-winning So Big, Show Boat, Cimarron, and Giant...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth15 August 1887
CityKalamazoo, MI
CountryUnited States of America
writing thinking order
I think in order to write really well and convincingly, one must be somewhat poisoned by emotion, dislike, displeasure, resentment, fault-finding, imagination, passionate remonstrance, a sense of injustice-they all make fine fuel.
land people magic
I sometimes wonder ... if the land is not destroying the people who inhabit it as the people who inhabit it are destroying the land. A magic continent, a Peculiar Treasure, stuffed with riches, millions in it are starving in the midst of plenty.
ocean wine europe
Imported actors, like certain wines, sometimes do not stand the ocean trip. This can be as true of American actors in Europe as it is of European actors in America.
taming shrews savages
Science had married the wilderness and was taming the savage shrew.
baseball games balls
Does one eat peanuts at a ball game?' 'It ain't hardly legal if you don't.
cutting literature becoming
Any garment which is cut to fit you is much more becoming, even if it is not so splendid as a garment which has been cut to fit somebody not of your stature.
marriage hurt stars
Wasn't marriage, like life, unstimulating and unprofitable and somewhat empty when too well ordered and protected and guarded. Wasn't it finer, more splendid, more nourishing, when it was, like life itself, a mixture of the sordid and the magnificent; of mud and stars; of earth and flowers; of love and hate and laughter and tears and ugliness and beauty and hurt.
letting-go new-year years
celebratin' New Year's Eve is like eatin' oranges. You got to let go your dignity t' really enjoy 'em.
writing years done
I don't know what it is that makes a writer go to his desk in his shut-off room day after day after year after year unless it is the sure knowledge that not to have done the daily stint of writing that day is infinitely more agonizing than to write.
war gun age
When a new post-war generation has grown to puberty and to youth and to manhood and womanhood, it should read, and it should be realistically told, of the futility, the idiocy, the utter depravity of war. For that matter, this instruction could begin at the age of six with the taking of those toy guns out of those toy holsters and throwing them in the ash-cans where they belong.
children book dark
I sat staring up at a shelf in my workroom from which thirty-one books identically dressed in neat dark green leather stared back at me with a sort of cold hostility like children who resent their parents. Don't stare at us like that! they said. Don't blame us if we didn't turn out to be the perfection you expected. We didn't ask to be brought into the world.
play sauce
There's no sauce for play like work.
mistake people mad
About mistakes it's funny. You got to make your own; and not only that, if you try to keep people from making theirs they get mad.
girl night two
There are ... just two kinds of girls. Those who go down town Saturday nights, and those who don't.