You see it is likely that, when my brother told the story, that night when we got home and my mother and sister sat listening, I did not think he got… - Sherwood Anderson

All good New Orleanians go to look at the Mississippi at least once a day. At night it is like creeping into a dark bedroom to look at a sleeping child — something of that sort — gives you the same warm nice feeling, I mean.

I wanted, as all men do, to belong.
To what? To an America alive, an America that was no longer a despised cultural foster child of Europe, with unpleasant questions always being asked about its parentage, to an America that had begun to be conscious of itself as a living home-making folk, to an America that had at last given up the notion that anything worth while could ever be got by being in a hurry, by being dollar rich, by being merely big and able to lick some smaller nation with one hand tied behind its broad national back.

"Onun karısıyım ve onun karısı olarak kalacağım" diye fısıldıyordu ve kendi kendine geçindirmeye yönelik tüm istekliliğine rağmen gittikçe yaygınlaşan, kadınların kendi kendine sahip olma ve kendi çıkarlarına gözetmeye yönelik modern fikirleri bir türlü anlayamıyordu.