Mary MacLane
Mary MacLane
Mary MacLanewas a controversial Canadian-born American writer whose frank memoirs helped usher in the confessional style of autobiographical writing. MacLane was known as the "Wild Woman of Butte"...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionWriter
CountryCanada
book canadian-writer joy longer wrote
The only joy I had was writing what was. That book was. It no longer amuses me to be all the things I was when I wrote that. But it is my story as I was then.
book writing years
I want to write such things as compel the admiring acclamation of the world at large, such things as are written but once in years, things subtle but distinctly different from the books written every day.
book liking-someone wish
When I wrote my book I wanted to love someone. I wanted to be in love. Now I know that I shall never be in love - and I no longer wish to be.
book names vulgar
Well, if I am not vulgar, neither is my book. I wrote myself. Suggestiveness is always vulgar. But truth never. My book is not even remotely suggestive. I call things by their names. That is all.
girl reading book
I read of the Kalamazoo girl who killed herself after reading the book. I am not at all surprised. She lived in Kalamazoo, for one thing, and then she read the book.
girl pain book
It is with pain that I read of the dire effects of my book upon the minds of young girls.
bored civilization interested looks man mention scorn
One kind of man I impatiently scorn is the kind that looks bored if I mention Ibsen or ceramics or Aztec civilization but is interested instantly, alertly, if I mention my garters
love pure utterly woman
Are there many things in this cool-hearted world so utterly exquisiteas the pure love of one woman for another?
taken years three
When I was three years old I was taken with my family to a little town in Western Minnesota, where I lived a more or less vapid and ordinary life until I was ten.
strong-women taken heart
Genius of a kind has always been with me; an empty heart that has taken on a certain wooden quality; an excellent, strong woman's body and a pitiably starved soul.
play adore i-like-him
I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.
lines walt
I have never read a line of Walt Whitman.
want fame i-can
I want fame more than I can tell. But more than I want fame I want happiness.
beautiful brilliant fame
Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.