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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What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose. Go to Quote / Comment
That air would disappear from the whole earth in time, perhaps; but long after his day. He did not know just when it had become so necessary t... Go to Quote / Comment
Art and religion (they are the same thing, in the end, of course) have given man the only happiness he has ever had. Go to Quote / Comment
The condition every art requires is, not so much freedom from restriction, as freedom from adulteration and from the intrusion of foreign matter. Go to Quote / Comment
All the intelligence and talent in the world can't make a singer. The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity. Go to Quote / Comment