Mary MacLane

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. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#always #am #book #call #even

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. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#i #less #life #little #little town

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. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#i #know #longer #love #never

It is with pain that I read of the dire effects of my book upon the minds of young girls. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#dire #effects #i #minds #pain

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. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#am #book #girl #herself #i

I was born to be alone, and I always shall be; but now I want to be. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#always #born #born to be #i #i always

Let me but make a beginning, let me but strike the world in a vulnerable spot, and I can take it by storm. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#i #i can #make #me #spot

There is really no right and wrong. I recognize no right and wrong. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#really #recognize #right #right and wrong #wrong

Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#beautiful #benign #beyond #brilliant #fame

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. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#been #body #certain #empty #excellent