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 an effort to make a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself?... Go to Quote / Comment
He had seen the end of an era, the sunset of the pioneer. He had come upon it when already its glory was nearly spent. So in the buffalo times... 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
No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person. Go to Quote / Comment
Art is a concrete and personal and rather childish thing after all—no matter what people do to graft it into science and make it sociologica... Go to Quote / Comment