Out of the Dust By Karen Hesse


"Now Livie's gone west, out of the dust, on her way to California, where the wind takes a rest sometimes. And I'm wondering what kind of friend I am, wanting my feet on that road to another place,instead of Livie's." Winter 1934, page 9

"When Ma died, I didn't know how to go on, either. I don't know how. I don't feel the same know, not exactly. Now that I see that one day comes after another and you get through them one measure at a time. But I'd like to go, not like Fonda Nye, I don't want to die, I just want to go, away, out of the dust." Spring 1935 Page 149

"My father and I, we can't soothe each other. I'm too young, he's too old, and we don't know how to talk anymore if we ever did." Spring 1935 page 153

“The work of one author or artist may stimulate another author or artist to push the edge, to take the risk, to go where the field hasn't gone before. The result -- very exciting children's literature and art ... exciting both for the professional and for the intended audience, the children.”
Karen Hesse