Willa Sibert Cather (December 7, 1873 – April 24, 1947) was an American author who achieved recognition for her novels of frontier life on the Great Plains, in works such as O Pioneers!, My Ántonia, and The Song of the Lark. In 1923 she was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for One of Ours (1922), a novel set during World War I. Cather grew up in Nebraska and graduated from the University of Nebraska. She lived and worked in Pittsburgh for ten years, then at the age of 33 she moved to New York, where she lived for the rest of her life.
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Winter lies too long in country towns hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. Go to Quote / Comment
Every artist makes himself born. It is very much harder than the other time, and longer. Go to Quote / Comment
If [the writer] achieves anything noble, anything enduring, it must be by giving himself absolutely to his material. And this gift of sympathy... Go to Quote / Comment
Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything. Go to Quote / Comment
The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world. Go to Quote / Comment