Quotes by Gertrude Stein

“Everybody gets so much common information all day long that they lose their common sense.”

“I understand you undertake to overthrow my undertaking.”

“Money is always there but the pockets change it is not in the same pockets after a change and that is all there is to say about money.”

“Considering how dangerous everything is nothing is really very frightening.”

“A rose is a rose is a rose.”

“Let me listen to me and not to them.”

“I was somewhat drunk with what I had done. And I am always one to prefer being sober.”

“Nothing could bother me more than the way a thing goes dead once it has been said.”

“I am because my little dog knows me.”

“If things happen all the time you are never nervous. It is when they are not happening that you are nervous.”

“I write for myself and strangers. The strangers dear Readers are an afterthought.”

“We are always the same age inside.”

“You look ridiculous if you danceYou look ridiculous if you don't danceSo you might as welldance.”

“In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.”

“A FEATHER.A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.”

“After all everybody, that is, everybody who writes is interested in living inside themselves in order to tell what is inside themselves. That is why writers have to have two countries, the one wher...”

“Spaniards and Americans are not like Europeans, they are not like Orientals, they have something in common, that is they do not need religion or mysticism not to believe in reality as all the world...”

“She told her father Mr. Abram Colhard that she did not like it at all being one being living then. He never said anything. She was afraid then, she was one needing charming stories and happy tellin...”

“Nature and man are opposed in Spain.”

“The painter does not conceive himself as existing in himself, he conceives himself as a reflection of the objects he has put into his pictures and he lives in the reflections of his pictures, a wri...”