Gertrude Stein

Gertrude Stein
Gertrude Steinwas an American novelist, poet, playwright and art collector. Born in the Allegheny West neighborhood of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and raised in Oakland, California, Stein moved to Paris in 1903, and made France her home for the remainder of her life. She hosted a Paris salon, where the leading figures in modernism in literature and art would meet, such as Pablo Picasso, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sinclair Lewis, Ezra Pound, and Henri Matisse...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth3 February 1874
CityPittsburgh, PA
CountryUnited States of America
In the United States there is more space where nobody is is than where anybody is.
Love: the skillful audacity required to share an inner life.
Coffee is real good when you drink it gives you time to think. It's a lot more than just a drink; it's something happening. Not as in hip, but like an event, a place to be, but not like a location, but like somewhere within yourself. It gives you time, but not actual hours or minutes, but a chance to be, like be yourself, and have a second cup.
Everybody knows if you are too careful you are so occupied in being careful that you are sure to stumble over something.
It takes a lot of time to be a genius, you have to sit around so much doing nothing, really doing nothing.
You will write if you will write without thinking of the result in terms of a result, but think of the writing in terms of discovery, which is to say that creation must take place between the pen and the paper, not before in a thought or afterwards in a recasting... It will come if it is there and if you will let it come.
Everybody thinks that this civilization has lasted a very long time but it really does take very few grandfathers' granddaughters to take us back to the dark ages.
You are extraordinary within your limits, but your limits are extraordinary!
In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.
I have always noticed that in portraits of really great writers the mouth is always firmly closed.
It is the soothing thing about history that it does repeat itself.
Why should a sequence of words be anything but a pleasure?
We are always the same age inside.
Anything one does every day is important and imposing and anywhere one lives is interesting and beautiful.