It is with pain that I read of the dire effects of my book upon the minds of young girls. Mary MacLane bookdireeffect Change image and share on social
The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn. Mary MacLane fillhawthornmarsh Change image and share on social
My intention to lecture is as vague as my intention is to go on the stage. I will never consider an offer to lecture, not because I despise the vocation, but because I have no desire to appear on the public rostrum. Mary MacLane desiredespiseintention 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
I would rather be a fairly happy wife and mother. Mary MacLane fairlyhappymother Change image and share on social
Just why I sent it to the publishers would be hard to say, but when I had finished it I felt that it was literature, because it is real and because it was well written. And I know that the world wants such things. Mary MacLane feltfinishhard share on social
Let me but make a beginning, let me but strike the world in a vulnerable spot, and I can take it by storm. Mary MacLane beginmakespot Change image and share on social
Well, if I am not vulgar, neither is my book. I wrote myself. Suggestiveness is always vulgar. But truth never. My book is not even remotely suggestive. I call things by their names. That is all. Mary MacLane bookcallname Change image and share on social
