Fannie Hurst > Quotes

“I'm not happy when I'm writing, but I'm more unhappy when I'm not.”
― Fannie Hurst

“Any writer worth the name is always getting into one thing or getting out of another thing.”
― Fannie Hurst

“Some people think they are worth a lot of money just because they have it.”
― Fannie Hurst

“The Bon Ton had just dined, too well, from fruit flip à la Bon Ton, mulligatawny soup, filet of sole sauté, choice of or both poulette emincé and spring lamb grignon, and on through to fresh strawberry ice cream in fluted paper boxes, petits fours, and demi-tasse. Groups of carefully corseted women stood now beside the invitational plush divans and peacock chairs, paying twenty minutes' after-dinner standing penance. Men with Wall Street eyes and blood pressure slid surreptituous celluloid toothpicks and gathered around the cigar stand. Orchestra music flickered. Young girls, the traditions of demure sixteen hanging by one-inch shoulder straps, and who could not walk across a hardwood floor without sliding the last three steps, teetered in bare arm-in-arm groups, swapping persiflage with pimply, patent-leather-haired young men who were full of nervous excitement and eager to excel in return badinage.”
― Fannie Hurst

“One evening in one of those Over-the-Rhine cafes which were plentiful along Vine Street of the Cincinnati of the nineties, a traveling salesman leaned across his stein of Moerlein's Extra Light and openly accused Ray Schmidt of being innocent.”
― Fannie Hurst, Back Street

“To be sure, Mr. Pullman's work confined him to the Amusement Pier on the Boardwalk, where he demonstrated the varied uses of the varied relishes and gave out pickle literature and little stone pickles on stickpins.”
― Fannie Hurst, Imitation of Life

“There must never be any coffee lap over into his saucer, and his corn must always be cut from the cob for him, and socks must be folded away wrong side out, with the toe indented so he could slide easily into them, and on wet days when father walked to his headquarters on the Boardwalk Pier, there must be newspaper in his rubbers against possible leak.”
― Fannie Hurst, Imitation of Life