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 familylifelive Change image and share on social
There is really no right and wrong. I recognize no right and wrong. Mary MacLane recognizewrong Change image and share on social
I've never made plans for more than a day ahead. Mary MacLane aheaddayhave Change image and share on social
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 bookgirlkalamazoo Change image and share on social
The only joy I had was writing what was. That book was. It no longer amuses me to be all the things I was when I wrote that. But it is my story as I was then. Mary MacLane amusebookjoy Change image and share on social
I never give my real self. I have a hundred sides, and I turn first one way and then the other. I am playing a deep game. I have a number of strong cards up my sleeve. I have never been myself, excepting to two friends. Mary MacLane carddeepexcept share on social
Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things. Mary MacLane beautifulbenignbrilliant Change image and share on social
I am a genius. Then it amused me to keep saying so, but now it does not. I expected to be happy sometime. Now I know I shall never be. Mary MacLane amuseexpectgenius Change image and share on social
