Marguerite Young QUOTES

1 " He is but as the stubble of the field, and yet he has no beard. "

2 " Don't blindly follow any leader. "

― Marguerite Young

3 " For me, a plain Middle Westerner, there is no middle way. I am in love with whatever is eccentric, devious, strange, singular, unique, out of this world—and with life as an incalculable, a chaotic thing. "

― Marguerite Young

4 " For all dead loves and all remembered things. I have travelled through many seas. "

― Marguerite Young , Miss MacIntosh, My Darling

5 " I see myself as traditional even though I know you see my work as experimental. I don’t really consider Sterne, Joyce, and Proust experimental either because the tradition of their writing goes back a long way. Traditional. The Grand Tradition. Clear back to “Don Quixote.” I never decided to write in a “new way” at all. It’s realism that’s fairly new. Is it experimental to have been influenced by the Bible? By Saint Augustine? "

― Marguerite Young

6 " I am in love with whatever is eccentric, devious, strange, singular, unique, out of this world-and with life as an incalculable, a chaotic thing, meaningful above and beyond the necessary and elemental data of my subject. "

― Marguerite Young

7 " Forgive this breaking body as you forgive the star, the star whispering in the wind when the star is no more. Forgive this secret none can tell. None can tell and live. "

― Marguerite Young , Miss MacIntosh, My Darling

8 " She would hang a sign in the restaurant window--Owt to luntsch. Bee bak in a whale. For she could not spell either. "

― Marguerite Young , Miss MacIntosh, My Darling

9 " Once when Newton was away from his astronomical laboratory, he had returned to find that his little poodle dog Diamond had torn into shreds and eaten up part of his map showing distant star points. Perhaps God was punishing him for his neglect of God. He had picked up his poodle from its basket and had brushed its curls with his loving hand as he- not shouting in anger- had whispered serenely, consolingly, "Ah, little Diamond! Diamond! Thou dost not know the harm which thou hast done." Some corner of the universe had been made into pulp. He had left it so. "

― Marguerite Young , Harp Song for a Radical: The Life and Times of Eugene Victor Debs

10 " What was the organization of illusion, of memory? Who knew even his own divided heart? Who knew all hearts as his own? Among beings strange to each other, those divided by the long roarings of time, of space, those who have never met or, when they meet, have not recognized as their own the other heart and that heart's weaknesses, have turned stonily away, would there not be, in the vision of some omniscient eye, a web of spidery logic establishing the most secret relationships, deep calling to deep, illuminations of the eternal darkness, recognitions in the night world of voyager dreams, all barriers dissolving, all souls as one and united? Every heart is the other heart. Every soul is the other soul. Every face is the other face. The individual is the one illusion. "

― Marguerite Young , Miss MacIntosh, My Darling

11 " The bus-driver was whistling, perhaps in anticipation of his wife, who would be a woman with ample breasts, those of a realized maturity. It would be impossible that he did not have, from my point of view, a wife and children, indeed, a happiness such as I could not imagine to be real, even like some legend out of the golden ages. He had spoken numerous times during our journey of his old woman waiting, and he was going home. "

― Marguerite Young , Miss MacIntosh, My Darling

12 " Twice in his life Eugene Victor Debs took the long leap to the Ultima Thule of prison, passing beyond the realm of the acceptable into the nonacceptable, from respectability into the criminal community of the monster who was an enemy to the people. "

― Marguerite Young , Harp Song for a Radical: The Life and Times of Eugene Victor Debs

13 " It was never reveille in this windy world. "

― Marguerite Young , Miss MacIntosh, My Darling